I kissed thee ere I killed thee. No way but this, Killing myself, to die upon a kiss.

Ignorance is the curse of God; knowledge is the wing wherewith we fly to heaven.

It is in pardoning that we are pardoned.

Let never day nor night unhallowed pass, but still remember what the Lord hath done.

He was met even now As mad as the vex'd sea; singing aloud; Crown'd with rank fumiter and furrow-weeds, With bur-docks, hemlock, nettles, cuckoo-flowers, Darnel, and all the idle weeds that grow In our sustaining corn.

My brain more busy than the labouring spider Weaves tedious snares to trap mine enemies.

If wishes would prevail with me, my purpose should not fail with me.