Let every eye negotiate for itself and trust no agent.

Die for adultery! No: The wren goes to't, and the small gilded fly does lecher in my sight

'Tis brief, my lord...as woman's love.

God shall be my hope, my stay, my guide and lantern to my feet.

He that is robbed, not wanting what is stolen, him not know t, and he's not robbed at all.

The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, doth glance from heaven to Earth, from Earth to heaven; and as imagination bodies forth the forms of things unknown, the poet's pen turns them to shape, and gives to airy nothing a local habitation and a name; such tricks hath strong imagination.

Stars hide your fires; let not light see my black and deep desires: The eyes wink at the hand; yet let that be which the eye fears, when it is done, to see