If I must die, I will encounter darkness as a bride, and hug it in mine arms.
The sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness, And in the taste confounds the appetite: Therefore love moderately— long love doth so.
Every offense is not a hate at first.
They whose guilt within their bosom lies, imagine every eye beholds their blame.
O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me!
Children wish fathers looked but with their eyes; fathers that children with their judgment looked; and either may be wrong.