Let none presume To wear an undeserved dignity. O that estates, degrees, and offices Were not derived corruptly, and that clear honour Were purchased by the merit of the wearer!

So are you to my thoughts as food to life, or as sweet seasoned showers are to the ground.

The will is infinite and the execution confin'd, the desire is boundless and the act a slave to limit.

The gloomy shade of death.

The golden age is before us, not behind us.

Cease to lament for that thou canst not help; and study help for that which thou lamentest.

I will not be sworn but love may transform me to an oyster