O, it is excellent To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous To use it like a giant.

Yet but three come one more. Two of both kinds make up four. Ere she comes curst and sad. Cupid is a knavish lad. Thus to make poor females mad.

Although the last, not least.

Since mine own doors refuse to entertain me, I'll knock elsewhere, to see if they'll disdain me

O sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frightened thee, 1710. That thou no more will weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness?

I have lov'd her ever since I saw her; and still I see her beautiful

I cannot be a man with wishing, therefore I will die a woman with grieving.