In the modesty of fearful duty, I read as much as from the rattling tongue of saucy and audacious eloquence.
Experience teacheth that resolution is a sole help in need.
There is nothing so confining as the prisons of our own perceptions.
Come what sorrow can, It cannot countervail the exchange of joy, That one short minute gives me in her sight
The daintiest last, to make the end most sweet.
We that are true lovers run into strange capers; but as all is mortal in nature, so is all nature in love mortal in folly.