Assume a virtue if you have it not.

This fell sergeant, Death, Is strict in his arrest.

Mine eyes are full of tears, my heart of grief.

My soul is in the sky.

I'll take thy word for faith, not ask thine oath; Who shuns not to break one will sure crack both.

We waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day.

But miserable most, to love unloved? This you should pity rather than despise