But what's so blessed-fair that fears no blot? Thou mayst be false, and yet I know it not.

Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible to feelings as to sight?

To fear the foe, since fear oppresseth strength, gives in your weakness strength unto your foe.

Never play with the feelings of others, because you may win the game but the risk is that you will surely lose the person for life time

And when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And asleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me must be heard of, say, I taught thee.

Take heed, dear heart, of this large privilege; The hardest knife ill-used doth lose his edge.

I durst not laugh for fear of opening my lips and receiving the bad air.