Put forth thy hand, reach at the glorious gold.

The devil shall have his bargain; for he was never yet a breaker of proverbs--he will give the devil his due.

And where two raging fires meet together, they do consume the thing that feeds their fury.

Is this the generation of love? Hot blood, hot thoughts and hot deeds? Why, they are vipers. Is love a generation of vipers?

She dreams of him that has forgot her love; You dote on her that cares not for your love. 'Tis pity love should be so contrary; And thinking of it makes me cry 'alas!

It is certain that either wise bearing or ignorant carriage is caught as men take diseases, one of another.

What power is it which mounts my love so high, that makes me see, and cannot feed mine eye