Thou hast nor youth nor age But as it were an after dinner sleep Dreaming of both.

Though she be but little, she is fierce!

I hate ingratitude more in a man than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness, or any taint of vice whose strong corruption inhabits our frail blood".

To sue to live, I find I seek to die; And, seeking death, find life: let it come on.

Life every man holds dear; but the dear man holds honor far more precious dear than life.

All days are nights to see till I see thee, And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.

My nature is subdued to what it works in, like the dyer's hand.