...too much sadness hath congealed your blood,And melancholy is the nurse of frenzy.

If thou dost seek to have what thou dost hide, By self-example mayst thou be denied.

For we, which now behold these present days, Have eyes to wonder, but lack tongues to praise.

So distribution should undo excess, and each man have enough.

How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees?

Profit is a blessing, if it's not stolen.

Is this the generation of love? Hot blood, hot thoughts and hot deeds? Why, they are vipers. Is love a generation of vipers?