She cannot love, nor take no shape nor project or affection, she is so self-endeared
O, while you live, tell truth, and shame the Devil!
One woman is fair, yet I am well; another is wise, yet I am well; another virtuous, yet I am well; but till all graces be in one woman, one woman shall not come in my grace.
Some falls the means are happier to rise.
Go to you bosom: Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know.
The rest, is silence.