Children wish fathers looked but with their eyes; fathers that children with their judgment looked; and either may be wrong.

Die for adultery! No: The wren goes to't, and the small gilded fly does lecher in my sight

Who buys a minute's mirth to wail a week? Or sell eternity to get a toy? For one grape who will the vine destroy?

It is to be all made of fantasy, All made of passion and all made of wishes, All adoration, duty, and observance, All humbleness, all patience and impatience, All purity, all trial, all observance

If I must die, I will encounter darkness as a bride, and hug it in mine arms.

There is a tide in the affairs of men

Good reasons must of force give place to better.