And will he not come again? And will he not come again? No, no, he is dead. Go to thy deathbed. He never will come again.

I'll say she looks as clear as morning roses newly washed with dew.

If thou dost love, proclaim it faithfully.

The let-alone lies not in your good will.

Give obedience where 'tis truly owed.

Most dangerous is that temptation that doth goad us on to sin in loving virtue.

The rarer action is in virtue than in vengeance.