So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

Most dangerous is that temptation that doth goad us on to sin in loving virtue.

Omittance is no quittance.

Come not within the measure of my wrath.

Love is merely a madness; and, I tell you, deserves as well a dark house and a whip as madmen do; and the reason why they are not so punish'd and cured is that the lunacy is so ordinary that the whippers are in love too.

They whose guilt within their bosom lies, imagine every eye beholds their blame.

Here come the lovers, full of joy and mirth.— Joy, gentle friends! joy and fresh days of love Accompany your hearts!