In time we hate that which we often fear.

All difficulties are easy when they are known.

Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever,- One foot in sea and one on shore, To one thing constant never.

What I have done is yours; what I have to do is yours; being part in all I have, devoted yours.

I am the Prince of Wales; and think not, Percy, To share with me in glory any more: Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere.

Should the poor be flattered? No; let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp, and crook the pregnant hinges of the knee where thrift may follow fawning.

Passion lends them power, time means to meet, tempering extremities with extremes sweet.