Are you sure/That we are awake? It seems to me/That yet we sleep, we dream

O time, thou must untangle this, not I. It is too hard a knot for me t'untie.

Mine honour is my life; both grow in one; Take honour from me, and my life is done.

But indeed an old religious uncle of mine taught me to speak, who was in his youth an inland man; one that knew courtship too well, for there he fell in love. I have heard him read many lectures against it; and I thank God I am not a woman, to be touched with so many giddy offenses as he hath generally taxed their whole sex withal.

Tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus. Our bodies are our gardens to the which our wills are gardeners.

Good counselors lack no clients.

I'll break my staff, bury it certain fathoms in the earth, and deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book!