Who soars too near the sun, with golden wings, melts them.
The fortune of us that are the moon's men doth ebb and flow like the sea, being governed, as the sea is, by the moon.
I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more, is none
You must confine yourself within the modest limits of order.
Ere I could make thee open thy white hand, and clap thyself my love; then didst thou utter, I am your's for ever!
Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy.