Free from gross passion or of mirth of anger constant spirit, not swerving with the blood, garnish'd and deck'd in modest compliment, not working with the eye without the ear, and but in purged judgement trusting neither? Such and so finely bolted didst thou seem.

A man should be what he seems.

The attempt and not the deed confounds us.

Women's weapons, water-drops.

If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottage princes' palaces.

And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!

Wait for the season when to cast good counsels upon subsiding passion.