Diseases desperate grown By desperate appliances are relieved, Or not at all.

Which can say more than this rich praise, that you alone are you?

Art made tongue-tied by authority.

Make the doors upon a woman's wit, and it will out at the casement; shut that, and 'twill out at the key-hole; stop that, 'twill fly with the smoke out at the chimney.

I love you more than word can wield the matter, Dearer than eye-sight, space and liberty

I was too young that time to value her, But now I know her. If she be a traitor, Why, so am I. We still have slept together, Rose at an instant, learned, played, eat together, And wheresoe'er we went, like Juno's swans, Still we went coupled and inseparable.

For mine own part, it was Greek to me.