If they love they know not why, they hate upon no better ground, they hate upon no better a ground

We, ignorant of ourselves, Beg often our own harms, which the wise powers Deny us for our good; so find we profit By losing of our prayers.

A man can die but once.

Give me that man that is not passion's slave, and I will wear him in my heart's core, in my heart of heart, as I do thee.

Against love's fire fear`s frost hath dissolution

The gallantry of his grief did put me into a towering passion.

With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come. And let my liver rather heat with wine, than my heart cool with mortifying groans.