Society is no comfort, to one not sociable.
Things in motion sooner catch the eye than what not stirs.
Love's gentle spring doth always fresh remain.
Ay, that incestuous, that adulterate beast, With witchcraft of his wit, with traitorous gifts- O wicked wit and gifts, that have the power So to seduce!
They are but beggars that can count their worth.
If her breath were as terrible as her terminations, there were no living near her, she would infect to the north star!