Love's gentle spring doth always fresh remain.

To thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man.

We cannot conceive of matter being formed of nothing, since things require a seed to start from... Therefore there is not anything which returns to nothing, but all things return dissolved into their elements.

My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind; So flew'd, so sanded; their heads are hung with ears that sweep away the morning dew.

There are no tricks in plain and simple faith.

so full of shapes is fancy

Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?