Me, poor man, my library Was dukedom large enough.

Good name in man and woman is the immediate jewel of their souls.

Show me a mistress that is passing fair, what doth her beauty serve but as a note where I may read who pass'd that passing fair?

The wheel is come full circle.

I pray you bear me henceforth from the noise and rumour of the field, where I may think the remnant of my thoughts in peace, and part of this body and my soul with contemplation and devout desires.

Justice always whirls in equal measure.

Love surfeits not, Lust like a glutton dies; Love is all truth, Lust full of forged lies