I shall the effect of this good lesson keeps as watchman to my heart.

Ambition, the soldier's virtue, rather makes choice of loss, than gain which darkens him.

If money go before, all ways do lie open.

The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, are of imagination all compact.

Affection, mistress of passion, sways it to the mood of what it likes or loathes.

Oh why rebuke you him that loves you so? / Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe.

But thy eternal summer shall not fade.