Oft expectation fails, and most oft there where most it promises; and oft it hits where hope is coldest, and despair most fits.

I do beseech you- Though I perchance am vicious in my guess , that your wisdom yet From one that so imperfectly conjects Would take no notice, nor build yourself a trouble Out of his scattering and unsure observance.

Truth will come to sight; murder cannot be hid long.

My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown, and known too late! Prodigious birth of love it is to me, That I must love a loathed enemy.

A very honest woman but something given to lie

To be a well-favoured man is the gift of fortune; but to write and read comes by nature.

Love is a smoke rais'd with the fume of sighs; being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears; what is it else? A madness most discreet, a choking gall, and a preserving sweet.