You may my Glories and my State depose, But not my Griefes; still am I King of those.

Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me From mine own library with volumes that I prize above my dukedom.

Look how the world's poor people are amazed at apparitions, signs and prodigies!

Love moderately; long love doth so; too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.

O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, / That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!

Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.

Lovers can do their amorous rites by their own beauties