I may chance have some odd quirks and remnants of wit broken on me, because I have railed so long against marriage: but doth not the appetite alter? a man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age. Shall quips and sentences and these paper bullets of the brain awe a man from the career of his humour? No, the world must be peopled. When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.

Tis our fast intent To shake all cares and business from our age, Conferring them on younger strengths, while we Unburdened crawl toward death.

Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber.

If the masses can love without knowing why, they also hate without much foundation.

I wish you all the joy that you can wish.

Ay, Much is the force of heaven-bred poesy.

For precious friends hid in death's dateless night.