Love all, trust a few, Do wrong to none: be able for thine enemy Rather in power than use; and keep thy friend Under thy own life's key: be check'd for silence, But never tax'd for speech.

To persist in doing wrong extenuates not the wrong, but makes it much more heavy.

Nature her custom holds, Let shame say what it will.

And when love speaks, the voice of all the gods makes Heaven drowsy with the harmony.

There's place and means for every man alive.

Men have marble, women waxen, minds.

O, spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou!