Her virtues, graced with external gifts, Do breed love's settled passions in my heart; And like as rigour of tempestuous gusts Provokes the mightiest hulk against the tide, So am I driven by breath of her renown Either to suffer shipwreck or arrive Where I may have fruition of her love.

If you would persuade, you must appeal to interest rather than intellect. We are advertis'd by our loving friends.

For to be wise and love exceeds man's might.

Conscience is but a word that cowards use, devised at first to keep the strong in awe

The time is out of joint.

... I am At war 'twixt will and will not.

Woe, destruction, ruin, and decay; the worst is death and death will have his day.