Why, all delights are vain; but that most vain, Which, with pain purchas'd, doth inherit pain.
To sleep perchance to dream
I love you more than word can wield the matter, Dearer than eye-sight, space and liberty
How hard it is for women to keep counsel!
Fortune brings in some boats that are not steered.
Oh! that you could turn your eyes towards the napes of your necks, and make but an interior survey of your good selves.