Whose heart the accustom'd sight of death makes hard.

I always thought it was both impious and unnatural that such immanity and bloody strife should reign among professors of one faith.

'Twas merry when You wagered on your angling, when your diver Did hang a salt fish on his hook, which he With fervency drew up.

To sue to live, I find I seek to die; And, seeking death, find life: let it come on.

Oh, I am fortune's fool!

Suffer love; a good epithet! I do suffer love, indeed, for I love thee against my will.

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