Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear; Where little fears grow great, great love grows there.

Flout 'em, and scout 'em; and scout 'em, and flout 'em; / Thought is free.

When you depart from me sorrow abides and happiness takes his leave.

So may the outward shows be least themselves: The world is still deceived with ornament. In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt, But, being seasoned with a gracious voice, Obscures the show of evil? In religion, What damned error, but some sober brow Will bless it and approve it with a text, Hiding the grossness with fair ornament? There is no vice so simple but assumes Some mark of virtue on his outward parts.

Marry, sir, they praise me and make an ass of me. Now my foes tell me plainly I am an ass; so that by my foes, sir, I profit in the knowledge of myself, any by my friends I am abused; so that, conclusions to be as kisses, if your four negatives make your two affirmatives, why then, the worse for my friends, and the better for my foes.

Sweets to the sweet.

Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere.