Nothing in his life became him like leaving it.

I stalk about her door, like a strange soul upon the Stygian banks staying for waftage.

He that is thy friend indeed, he will help you in your need.

...an old man is twice a child.

Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear; Where little fears grow great, great love grows there.

Have you not love enough to bear with me, when that rash humor which my mother gave me makes me forgetful.

To be in love, where scorn is bought with groans; coy looks, with heart-sore sighs; one fading moment's mirth