Say, thou art mine; and ever, My love, as it begins, shall so persevere

Foul words is but foul wind, and foul wind is but foul breath, and foul breath is noisome; therefore I will depart unkissed.

Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy.

I shall show the cinders of my spirits Through the ashes of my chance.

A woman would run through fire and water for such a kind heart.

These violent delights have violent ends And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, Which as they kiss consume. The sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness And in the taste confounds the appetite. Therefore love moderately; long love doth so; Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.

It is a wise father that knows his own child.