It is in pardoning that we are pardoned.

Love's not love When it is mingled with regards that stand Aloof from th' entire point.

Now, God be praised, that to believing souls gives light in darkness, comfort in despair.

My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown, and known too late! Prodigious birth of love it is to me, That I must love a loathed enemy.

I have not slept one wink.

She will die if you love her not, And she will die ere she might make her love known

There is no such sport as sport by sport o'erthrown.