O love, be moderate, allay thy ecstasy, In measure rain thy joy, scant this excess!

Security is the chief enemy of mortals.

Where the bee sucks, there suck I In the cow-slip's bell i lie There I couch when owls do cry

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

This royal throne of kings, this scepter'd isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-Paradise.

To be slow in words is a woman's only virtue.

I have heard of your paintings too, well enough; God has given you one face, and you make yourselves another.