Ay, Much is the force of heaven-bred poesy.

A heaven on earth I have won by wooing thee.

Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.

If she lives till doomsday, she'll burn a week longer than the whole world.

He that is thy friend indeed, He will help thee in thy need: If thou sorrow, he will weep; If thou wake, he cannot sleep: Thus of every grief in heart He with thee does bear a part. These are certain signs to know Faithful friend from flattering foe.

But 'tis common proof, that lowliness is young ambition's ladder, whereto the climber-upward turns his face; but when he once attains the upmost round, he then turns his back, looks in the clouds, scorning the vase defrees by which he did ascend.

Cease thy counsel, for thy words fall into my ears as priceless as water into a seive.