Let us not burden our remembrances with a heaviness that's gone.
I and my bosom must debate awhile, and then I would no other company.
But men may construe things after their fashion, Clean from the purpose of the things themselves.
For here, I hope, begins our lasting joy.
Ingrateful man with liquorish draughts, and morsels unctuous, greases his pure mind that from it all consideration slips.
A good wit will make use of anything.