Come the three corners of the world in arms, and we shall shock them.

A good heart is the sun and the moon; or, rather, the sun and not the moon, for it shines bright and never changes.

The fear's as bad as falling.

Words to deeds cold breath gives.

Do not swear by the moon, for she changes constantly. Then your love would also change.

Use almost can change the stamp of nature.

Her virtues, graced with external gifts, Do breed love's settled passions in my heart; And like as rigour of tempestuous gusts Provokes the mightiest hulk against the tide, So am I driven by breath of her renown Either to suffer shipwreck or arrive Where I may have fruition of her love.