In scorn of nature, art gave lifeless life.

All places that the eye of heaven visits Are to a wise man ports and happy havens. Teach thy necessity to reason thus; There is no virtue like necessity.

Truth hath a quiet breast.

I have unclasp'd to thee the book even of my secret soul.

Thou call'st me dog before thou hadst a cause, But since I am a dog, beware my fangs.

Love's not love When it is mingled with regards that stand Aloof from th' entire point.

More can I bear than you dare execute.