Stars hide your fires; let not light see my black and deep desires: The eyes wink at the hand; yet let that be which the eye fears, when it is done, to see

Before, I loved thee as a brother, John, But now, I do respect thee as my soul.

You Jig, you amble, and you lisp.

Absence doth sharpen love, presence strengthens it; the one brings fuel, the other blows it till it burns clear.

For grief is crowned with consolation.

There's nothing in this world can make me joy: Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man; And bitter shame hath spoil'd the sweet world's taste That it yields nought but shame and bitterness.

O! for a muse of fire, that would ascend the brightest heaven of invention.