O, let him pass. He hates him That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer.

O powerful love, that in some respects makes a beast a man, in some other, a man a beast.

These violent delights have violent ends And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, Which as they kiss consume. The sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness And in the taste confounds the appetite. Therefore love moderately; long love doth so; Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.

He that commends me to mine own content Commends me to the thing I cannot get. I to the world am like a drop of water That in the ocean seeks another drop, Who, falling there to find his fellow forth, Unseen, inquisitive, confounds himself: So I, to find a mother and a brother, In quest of them, unhappy, lose myself.

By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me.

Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun; it shines everywhere.

Affection is a coal that must be cooled; else, suffered, it will set the heart on fire.