Courage and comfort, all shall yet go well

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.

I dreamt my lady came and found me dead . . . . . . . . . . . . And breathed such life with kisses in my lips That I revived and was an emperor.

Thou hast no figures nor no fantasies Which busy care draws in the brains of men; Therefore thou sleep'st so sound.

The first thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers.

What drink'st thou oft, instead of homage sweet, But poisoned flattery?

So wise so young, they say, do never live long.