If men could be contented to be what they are, there were no fear in marriage.

I count myself in nothing else so happy as in a soul remembering my good Friends

So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

How long a time lies in one little word?

The fewer men, the greater share of honor.

Thou frothy tickle-brained hedge-pig!

Your cause of sorrow must not be measured by his worth, for then it hath no end.