These are the forgeries of jealousy; And never, since the middle summer's spring, Met we on hill, in dale, forest, or mead, By paved fountain or by rushy brook, Or in the beached margent of the sea, To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind, But with thy brawls thou hast disturbed our sport.

It is the stars, The stars above us, govern our conditions.

My meaning in saying he is a good man, is to have you understand me that he is sufficient.

An overflow of good converts to bad.

See how she leans her cheek upon her hand. O, that I were a glove upon that hand That I might touch that cheek!

Fall Greeks; fail fame; honour or go or stay; My major vow lies here, this I'll obey.

For a noble heart, the most precious gift becomes poor, when the giver stops loving.