O madam, my old heart is cracked, it's cracked!
For where thou art, there is the world itself, With every several pleasure in the world, And where thou art not, desolation.
Melancholy is the nurse of frenzy.
It is meant that noble minds keep ever with their likes; for who so firm that cannot be seduced.
It hurts not the tongue to give fair words.
I say there is no darkness but ignorance.