Men have marble, women waxen, minds.

More can I bear than you dare execute.

Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.

It is not night when I do see your face, Therefore I think I am not in the night; Nor doth this wood lack worlds of company, For you in my respect are all the world: Then how can it be said I am alone, When all the world is here to look on me?

Society is no comfort, to one not sociable.

No matter where; of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth

The law hath not been dead, though it hath slept.