O wretched state! O bosom black as death! O limed soul that, struggling to be free, art more engaged! Help, angels! Make assay! Bow, stubborn knees! and, heart with strings of steel, be soft as sinews of the new-born babe!

A man can die but once.

The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together.

How well he's read, to reason against reading!

Beshrew the heart that makes my heart to groan.

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

How use doth breed a habit in a man.