And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.
Things in motion sooner catch the eye than what not stirs.
Weed your better judgments of all opinion that grows rank in them.
Diseases desperate grown By desperate appliances are relieved, Or not at all.
We do pray for mercy, and that same prayer doth teach us all to render the deeds of mercy.
Why, this hath not a finger's dignity.