Thy friendship makes us fresh.

She speaks poniards, and every word stabs: if her breath were as terrible as her terminations, there were no living near her; she would infect to the north star. I would not marry her, though she were endowed with all that Adam bad left him before he transgressed.

It were a grief so brief to part with thee. Farewell.

Well, heaven forgive him! and forgive us all! Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall: Some run from brakes of ice, and answer none: And some condemned for a fault alone.

God bless thee; and put meekness in thy breast, Love, charity, obedience, and true duty!

. . . it is impossible you should take true root but by the fair weather that you make yourself it is needful that you frame the season of your own harvest.

What? do I love her, that I desire to hear her speak again, and feast upon her eyes