...Vaulted with such ease into his seat, As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds, To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus, And witch the world with noble horsemanship.

Dead shepherd, now I find thy saw of might. Whoever lov'd that lov'd not at first sight.

If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well. It were done quickly.

I would fain die a dry death.

Nature her custom holds, Let shame say what it will.

It is to be all made of fantasy, All made of passion and all made of wishes, All adoration, duty, and observance, All humbleness, all patience and impatience, All purity, all trial, all observance

If I must die, I will encounter darkness as a bride, and hug it in mine arms.