Let life be short, else shame will be too long.

In scorn of nature, art gave lifeless life.

I'll break my staff, bury it certain fathoms in the earth, and deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book!

In brief, sir, study what you most affect.

The weariest and most loathed worldly life, that age, ache, penury and imprisonment can lay on nature is a paradise, to what we fear of death.

Memory, the warder of the brain.

See where she comes apparelled like the spring.