O, reason not the need!

Love is merely a madness.

Weariness can snore upon the flint when resting sloth finds the down pillow hard.

For this, be sure, tonight thou shalt have cramps, Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up. Urchins Shall forth at vast of night that they may work All exercise on thee. Thou shalt be pinched As thick as honeycomb, each pinch more stinging Than bees that made 'em.

To gild refined gold, to paint the lily... is wasteful and ridiculous excess

As in a theatre, the eyes of men, after a well-graced actor leaves the stage, are idly bent on him that enters next.

Rebellion in this land shall lose his sway, meeting the check of such another day.