My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent.
Out of her favour, where I am in love.
He uses his folly like a stalking-horse, and under the presentation of that he shoots his wit.
The fortune of us that are the moon's men doth ebb and flow like the sea, being governed, as the sea is, by the moon.
To some kind of men their graces serve them but as enemies.
If I must die, I will encounter darkness as a bride, and hug it in mine arms.