When great leaves fall, the winter is at hand.

To wilful men, the injuries that they themselves procure must be their schoolmasters.

If people knew how much I hated them, they'd love me for holding it in.

I had rather live with cheese and garlic in a windmill.

If they love they know not why, they hate upon no better ground, they hate upon no better a ground

By heaven, I do love: and it hath taught me to rhyme, and to be mekancholy.

Vile worm, thou wast o'erlook'd even in thy birth.