Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.

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

All difficulties are easy when they are known.

Lend less than you owe.

I can again thy former light restore, Should I repent me: but once put out thy light, Thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature, I know not where is that Promethean heat That can thy light relume.

Tis not the many oaths that make the truth; But the plain single vow, that is vow'd true.

Is this a vision? Is this a dream? Do I sleep?