Tis in my memory lock'd, And you yourself shall keep the key of it.

Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love.

There's no art to find the mind's construction in the face.

By medicine life may be prolonged, yet death will seize the doctor too.

I feel within me a peace above all earthly dignities, a still and quiet conscience.

Parting is such sweet sorrow

The quality of mercy is not strained