Be like you thought our love would last too long, if it were chain'd together

And it is very much lamented,... That you have no such mirrors as will turn Your hidden worthiness into your eye That you might see your shadow.

Falsehood falsehood cures

And makes me poor indeed.

I am indeed, sir, a surgeon to old shoes; when they are in great danger I recover them.

Time, whose millioned accidents creep in betwixt vows, and change decrees of kings, tan sacred beauty, blunt the sharpest intents, divert strong minds to the course of altering things.

We, ignorant of ourselves, Beg often our own harms, which the wise powers Deny us for our good; so find we profit By losing of our prayers.