But flies an eagle flight, bold and forth on, Leaving no tract behind.

You cannot make gross sins look clear: To revenge is no valour, but to bear.

Take heed, dear heart, of this large privilege; The hardest knife ill-used doth lose his edge.

My heart suspects more than mine eye can see.

Ornament is but the guiled shore to a most dangerous sea.

You are a lover. Borrow Cupid's wings and soar with them above a common bound.

To wilful men, the injuries that they themselves procure must be their schoolmasters.