Oh, I have passed a miserable night, so full of ugly sights, of ghastly dreams!

Receive what cheer you may. The night is long that never finds the day.

Fie, thou dishonest Satan! I call thee by the most modest terms; for I am one of those gentle ones that will use the devil himself with courtesy: sayest thou that house is dark?

The common curse of mankind, folly and ignorance, be thine in great revenue!

If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottage princes' palaces.

What power is it which mounts my love so high, that makes me see, and cannot feed mine eye

Men prize the thing ungained more than it is.