For my own part, I shall be glad to learn of noble men.

Woe, destruction, ruin, and decay; the worst is death and death will have his day.

Miracles are ceased; and therefore we must needs admit the means, how things are perfected.

My life, my joy, my food, my ail the world!

The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet.

She told her, while she kept it, 'Twould make her amiable and subdue my father Entirely to her love, but if she lost it Or made a gift of it, my father's eye Should hold her loathed and his spirits should hunt After new fancies.

Constant you are, But yet a woman; and for secrecy, No lady closer; for I well believe Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know.