Affliction is enamoured of thy parts, And thou art wedded to calamity.

But love is blind and lovers cannot see

And do as adversaries do in law, strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends.

If thou remeber'st not the slightest folly that ever love did make thee run into, thou hast not lov'd

I do I know not what, and fear to find Mine eye too great a flatterer for my mind. Fate, show thy force. Ourselves we do not owe. What is decreed must be; and be this so.

If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men’s cottages princes’ palaces. It is a good divine that follows his own instructions: I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done, than be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching.

Thy friendship makes us fresh.