Affection is a coal that must be cooled; else, suffered, it will set the heart on fire.

There is thy gold, worse poison to men's souls, Doing more murder in this loathsome world, Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell.

There is nothing so confining as the prisons of our own perceptions.

Let not the world see fear and sad distrust govern the motion of a kingly eye.

Women are as roses, whose fair flower, being once displayed, doth fall that very hour.

Fie, thou dishonest Satan! I call thee by the most modest terms; for I am one of those gentle ones that will use the devil himself with courtesy: sayest thou that house is dark?

A hand as fruitful as the land that feeds us; His dew falls everywhere.