This wimpled, whining, purblind, wayward boy, this Senior Junior, giant dwarf...Cupid.

I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness, And from that full meridian of my glory I haste now to my setting.

By my troth, I care not; a man can die but once; we owe God a death and let it go which way it will he that dies this year is quit for the next

I have not slept one wink.

O father Abram, what these Christians are, Whose own hard dealing teaches them suspect The thoughts of others!

Light, seeking light, doth light of light beguile

I hold it cowardice To rest mistrustful where a noble heart Hath pawned an open hand in sign of love.