Many strokes, though with a little axe, hew down and fell the hardest-timber'd oak.
Presume not that I am the thing I was.
I hope to see London once ere I die.
Ask me no reason why I love you; for though Love use Reason for his physician, he admits him not for his counsellor.
It is not night when I do see your face.
I had as lief have been myself alone.