Some grief shows much of love, But much of grief shows still some want of wit.

wert thou as far As that vast shore washed with the farthest sea, I would adventure for such merchandise.

When Death doth close his tender dying eyes.

We make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars; as if we were villians by compulsion.

If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men’s cottages princes’ palaces. It is a good divine that follows his own instructions: I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done, than be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching.

Death, not Romeo, take my maidenhead!

To mingle friendship far is mingling bloods.