How well he's read, to reason against reading!

Gold were as good as twenty orators.

Sigh no more ladies, sigh no more, men were deceivers ever

I do know when the blood burns, how prodigal the soul lends the tongue vows.

Affection is a coal that must be cooled; else, suffered, it will set the heart on fire.

Trifles light as air are to the jealous confirmations strong as proofs of holy writ.

For night's swift dragons cut the clouds full fast, And yonder shines Aurora's harbinger; At whose approach ghosts wandring here and there Troop home to church-yards.... For fear lest day should look their shames upon, They willfully exile themselves from light, And must for aye consort with black brow'd night.