Great griefs medicine the less.

To some kind of men their graces serve them but as enemies.

I praise God for you, sir: your reasons at dinner have been sharp and sententious; pleasant without scurrility, witty without affectation, audacious without impudency, learned without opinion, and strange with-out heresy.

We that are true lovers run into strange capers; but as all is mortal in nature, so is all nature in love mortal in folly.

If after every tempest come such calms, May the winds blow till they have waken'd death!

Men shut their doors against a setting sun.

I have touched the highest point of all my greatness.