Love's gentle spring doth always fresh remain.

I would not wish any companion in the world but you.

If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die.

The old folk, time's doting chronicles.

To wilful men, the injuries that they themselves procure must be their schoolmasters.

Thou hast seen a farmer's dog bark at a beggar? And the creature run from the cur. There thou mightst behold the great image of authority-a dog's obeyed in office.

I always thought it was both impious and unnatural that such immanity and bloody strife should reign among professors of one faith.