So quick bright things come to confusion.​​​​​​

Being daily swallowed by men's eyes, They surfeited with honey and began To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof a little More than a little is by much too much. So, when he had occasion to be seen, He was but as the cuckoo is in June. Heard, not regarded.

Are you sure/That we are awake? It seems to me/That yet we sleep, we dream

Love is begun by time and time qualifies the spark and fire of it.

A woman's thought runs before her actions.

one pain is cured by another. catch some new infection in your eye and the poison of the old one would die.

A hit, a very palpable hit.