There is nothing so confining as the prisons of our own perceptions.

She is mine own, And I as rich in having such a jewel As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl, The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold.

We cannot all be masters, nor all masters Cannot be truly followed.

I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow, than a man swear he loves me.

There is no more mercy in him than there is milk in a male tiger.

Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed The dear repose for limbs with travel tired; But then begins a journey in my head To work my mind, when body's work's expir'd: For then my thoughts-from far where I abide- Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee, And keep my drooping eyelids open wide, Looking on darkness which the blind do see: Save that my soul's imaginary sight Presents thy shadow to my sightless view, Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night, Makes black night beauteous and her old face new. Lo! thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind, For thee, and for myself no quiet find.

It is certain that either wise bearing or ignorant carriage is caught as men take diseases, one of another.