With this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature. for anything so overdone is from the purpose of playing, whose end, both at the first and now, was and is, to hold, as 'twere, the mirror up to nature.

Glory grows guilty of detested crimes.

This thing of darkness I acknowlege mine. There is nothing more confining than the prison we don't know we are in.

A great perturbation in nature, to receive at once the benefit of sleep and do the effects of watching!

My love is deep; the more I give to thee, the more I have, both are infinite.

If your mind dislike anything obey it

Oh! that you could turn your eyes towards the napes of your necks, and make but an interior survey of your good selves.