He that is robbed, not wanting what is stolen, him not know t, and he's not robbed at all.
He doth nothing but talk of his horses.
We must love men, ere to us they will seem worthy of our love.
The good I stand on is my truth and honesty.
Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere.
O wretched state! O bosom black as death! O limed soul that, struggling to be free, art more engaged! Help, angels! Make assay! Bow, stubborn knees! and, heart with strings of steel, be soft as sinews of the new-born babe!