To whom God will, there be the victory.
Lend less than you owe.
Lovers and madmen have such seething brains Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends.
Sometimes we are devils to ourselves When we will tempt the frailty of our powers, Presuming on their changeful potency.
Love sought is good, but given unsought, is better.
What is the city but the people?