A dream itself is but a shadow.

Words, vows, gifts, tears, and love's full sacrifice, He offers in another's enterprise; But more in Troilus thousand-fold I see Than in the glass of Pandar's praise may be, Yet hold I off.

Your hearts are mighty, your skins are whole.

O, had I but followed the arts!

My life, my joy, my food, my ail the world!

Give thy thoughts no tongue, nor any unproportioned thought his act. Be thou familiar but by no means vulgar.

Report me and my cause aright.