Love that well which thou must leave ere long.

So. Lie there, my art.

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.

Look, what envious streaks do lace the severing clouds in yonder east! Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day stands tip-toe on the misty mountain-tops.

Sometimes, less is more.

Delay leads impotent and snail-paced beggary.

Affection is a coal that must be cooled; else, suffered, it will set the heart on fire.