But yet, I say, if imputation and strong circumstances, which lead directly to the door of truth, will give you satisfaction, you may have it.

We wound our modesty and make foul the clearness of our deservings, when of ourselves we publish them.

Care keeps his watch in every old man’s eye, And where care lodges, sleep will never lie.

And all this day an unaccustomed spirit lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.

Forbear to judge, for we are sinners all.

Beauty is bought by judgement of the eye.

Love will not be spurred to what it loathes