What is aught but as 'tis valued?
The fringed curtains of thine eye advance, And say what thou seest yond.
Love is merely a madness, and, I tell you, deserves as well a dark house and a whip as madmen do.
It is meant that noble minds keep ever with their likes; for who so firm that cannot be seduced.
Death, a necessary end, will come when it will come
The most peerless piece of earth, I think, that e' er the sun shone bright on.