A dream itself is but a shadow.

I pray you bear me henceforth from the noise and rumour of the field, where I may think the remnant of my thoughts in peace, and part of this body and my soul with contemplation and devout desires.

To show an unfelt sorrow is an office Which the false man does easy.

Love is merely a madness, and, I tell you, deserves as well a dark house and a whip as madmen do.

So foul and fair a day I have not seen.

All days are nights to see till I see thee, And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.

A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm