Speak on, but be not over-tedious.
Silence is the perfectest herault of joy. I were but little happy if I could say how much.
Ideas are the very coinage of your brain.
Love thrives not in the heart that shadows dreadeth
Have you not love enough to bear with me, when that rash humor which my mother gave me makes me forgetful.
Wait for the season when to cast good counsels upon subsiding passion.