Virtue and genuine graces in themselves speak what no words can utter.

O God, I could be bound in a nutshell, and count myself a king of infinite space – were it not that I have bad dreams.

Thus can the demigod Authority Make us pay down for our offense by weight The words of heaven; on whom it will, it will, On whom it will not, so: yet still 'tis just.

O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil.

Poor and content, is rich and rich enough; But riches, fineless, is as poor as winter, To him that ever fears he shall be poor.

Bid me discourse, I will enchant thine ear

Love is blind, it stops lovers seeing the silly things they do.