Who buys a minute's mirth to wail a week? Or sell eternity to get a toy? For one grape who will the vine destroy?

To wilful men, the injuries that they themselves procure must be their schoolmasters.

Let me have war, say I; it exceeds peace as far as day does night; it's spritely, waking, audible, and full of vent.

Love reasons without reason.

O thou that dost inhabit in my breast, leave not the mansion so long tenantless; lest, growing ruinous, the building fall and leave no memory of what it was!

Blind is his love, and best befits the dark.

If her breath were as terrible as her terminations, there were no living near her, she would infect to the north star!