Fie, thou dishonest Satan! I call thee by the most modest terms; for I am one of those gentle ones that will use the devil himself with courtesy: sayest thou that house is dark?

If I for my opinion bleed, opinion shall be surgeon to my hurt, and keep me on the side where still I am.

For so work the honey bees, creatures that by a rule in nature teach the act of order to a peopled kingdom.

Keep time! How sour sweet music is when time is broke and no proportion kept! So is it in the music of men's lives. I wasted time and now doth time waste me.

The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their bones.

I love thee; none but thee, and thou deservest it

Love is too young to know what conscience is.