It is the mind that makes the body rich; and as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds, so honor peereth in the meanest habit.

If thou remeber'st not the slightest folly that ever love did make thee run into, thou hast not lov'd

What the great ones do, the less will prattle of

I dreamt my lady came and found me dead . . . . . . . . . . . . And breathed such life with kisses in my lips That I revived and was an emperor.

Oh! that you could turn your eyes towards the napes of your necks, and make but an interior survey of your good selves.

To sleep perchance to dream

In friendship, as in love, we are often happier through our ignorance than our knowledge.