Thanks, sir; all the rest is mute.
I thank God I am not a woman, to be touched in so many giddy offences as He hath generally taxed their whole their whole sex withal.
I will make thee think thy swan a crow.
It easeth some, though none it ever cured, to think their dolour others have endured.
Love is a wonderful, terrible thing
Absence doth sharpen love, presence strengthens it; the one brings fuel, the other blows it till it burns clear.