Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia, And therefore I forbid my tears.

Love denied blights the soul we owe to God.

By heaven, I do love: and it hath taught me to rhyme, and to be mekancholy.

Then others for breath of words respect, Me for my dumb thoughts, speaking in effect.

You are a tedious fool.

The apprehension of the good Gives but the greater feeling to the worse.

Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires.