Receive what cheer you may. The night is long that never finds the day.

I am your wife if you will marry me. If not, I'll die your maid. To be your fellow You may deny me, but I'll be your servant Whether you will or no.

Grief best is pleased with grief's society.

This is the very ecstasy of love, whose violent property ordoes itself and leads the will to desperate undertakings.

My dull brain was wrought with things forgotten.

His heart as far from fraud as heaven from earth.

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