That which ordinary men are fit for, I am qualified in. and the best of me is diligence.
There's beggary in love that can be reckoned
Oh, injurious love, that respites me a life, whose very comfort is still a dying horror
To be furious, is to be frighted out of fear.
Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself And falls on the other side
There lives within the very flame of love A kind of wick or snuff that will abate it.