I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness, And from that full meridian of my glory I haste now to my setting.

So musical a discord, such sweet thunder.

Men's vows are women's traitors

Trip over love, you can get up. Fall in love and you fall forever. Anyone can catch your eye, but it takes someone special to catch your heart. Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.

And oftentimes excusing of a fault doth make the fault the worse by the excuse.

Report me and my cause aright.

All fancy-sick she is and pale of cheer, with sighs of love, that costs the fresh blood dear.