Crabbed age and youth cannot live together: Youth is full of pleasance, age is full of care.

These violent delights have violent ends And in their triump die, like fire and powder Which, as they kiss, consume

The brain may devise laws for the blood, but a hot temper leaps o'er a cold decree.

Words without thoughts never to heaven go.

In struggling with misfortunes lies the true proof of virtue.

I hold it cowardice To rest mistrustful where a noble heart Hath pawned an open hand in sign of love.

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