Can I go forward when my heart is here? Turn back, dull earth, and find thy centre out.

The bitter clamor of two eager tongues.

Happy thou art not; for what thou hast not, still thou strivest to get; and what thou hast, forgettest.

I hold it cowardice To rest mistrustful where a noble heart Hath pawned an open hand in sign of love.

Care is no cure, but rather corrosive, For things that are not to be remedied.

Vanity keeps persons in favor with themselves who are out of favor with all others.

O villains, vipers, dogs, easily won to fawn on any man!