a young woman in love always looks like patience on a monument smiling at grief
One whom the music of his own vain tongue doth ravish like enchanting harmony.
We came into the world like brother and brother, And now let's go hand in hand, not one before another.
And thence from Athens turn away our eyes To seek new friends and stranger companies.
An honest man, sir, is able to speak for himself, when a knave is not.
That which is now a horse, even with a thought The rack dislimms, and makes it indistinct As water is in water