If the masses can love without knowing why, they also hate without much foundation.

How lush and lusty the grass looks! how green!

He that is robbed, not wanting what is stolen, him not know t, and he's not robbed at all.

Truth needs no color; beauty, no pencil.

Thou shalt be free As mountain winds: but then exactly do All points of my command.

Most dangerous is that temptation that doth goad us on to sin in loving virtue.

You lie, in faith; for you are call'd plain Kate, And bonny Kate and sometimes Kate the curst; But Kate, the prettiest Kate in Christendom Kate of Kate Hall, my super-dainty Kate, For dainties are all Kates, and therefore, Kate, Take this of me, Kate of my consolation; Hearing thy mildness praised in every town, Thy virtues spoke of, and thy beauty sounded, Yet not so deeply as to thee belongs, Myself am moved to woo thee for my wife.