The weight of this sad time we must obey, Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. The oldest hath borne most: we that are young Shall never see so much, nor live so long.

I know a place where the wild thyme blows, where oxlips and the nodding violet grows.

If there be no great love in the beginning, yet heaven may decrease it upon better acquaintance, when we are married and have more occasion to know one another: I hope, upon familiarity will grow more contempt.

Though she be but little, she is fierce!

The will is infinite and the execution confin'd, the desire is boundless and the act a slave to limit.

I despised my arrival on this earth and I despise my departure; it is a tragedy.

To die: - to sleep: No more; and, by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished.