But here's the joy: my friend and I are one, Sweet flattery!

What's the newest grief? Each minute tunes a new one.

Winding up days with toil and nights with sleep.

Speak of me as I am. Nothing extenuate, nor set down aught in malice.

The means that heaven yields must be embraced, and not neglected; else, if heaven would, and we will not heaven's offer, we refuse the proffered means of succor and redress.

Oh! that you could turn your eyes towards the napes of your necks, and make but an interior survey of your good selves.

There is none of my uncle's marks upon you; he taught me how to know a man in love; in which cage of rushes I am sure you are not prisoner.