Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy.

Prosperity's the very bond of love, Whose fresh complexion and whose heart together Affliction alters.

I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offences at my beck than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in.

If money go before, all ways do lie open.

Lord, I could not endure a husband with a beard on his face! I had rather lie in the woolen.

My love is as a fever, longing still.

As there comes light from heaven and words from breath, As there is sense in truth and truth in virtue