Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave My heart into my mouth.

Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy.

The weariest and most loathed worldly life, that age, ache, penury and imprisonment can lay on nature is a paradise, to what we fear of death.

The iron tongue of Midnight hath told twelve lovers, to bed; 'tis almost fairy time. I fear we shall outstep the coming morn as much as we this night over-watch'd.

It is a sin to be a mocker.

How wayward is this foolish love that, like a testy babe, will scratch the nurse and presently, all humble, kiss the rod.

Your worm is your only emperor for diet; we fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots.