And, if you love me, as I think you do, let's kiss and part, for we have much to do

What is a man, if his chief good and market of his time be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, looking before and after, gave us not that capability and god-like reason to fust in us unused.

There's place and means for every man alive.

Sir, in my heart there was a kind of fighting That would not let me sleep.

The brain may devise laws for the blood, but a hot temper leaps o'er a cold decree.

Stars hide your fires; let not light see my black and deep desires: The eyes wink at the hand; yet let that be which the eye fears, when it is done, to see

The will is infinite and the execution confin'd, the desire is boundless and the act a slave to limit.