Now my charms are all o'erthrown.
Praising what is lost makes the remembrance dear
All places that the eye of heaven visits Are to a wise man ports and happy havens. Teach thy necessity to reason thus; There is no virtue like necessity.
Love's not love When it is mingled with regards that stand Aloof from th' entire point.
So well thy words become thee as thy wounds.
I durst not laugh for fear of opening my lips and receiving the bad air.