Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.

Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love.

God defend the right.

The blood of youth burns not with such excess as gravity's revolt to wantonness.

Young men's love then lies not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes.

He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument.

Oft expectation fails, and most oft there where most it promises; and oft it hits where hope is coldest, and despair most fits.