This man, lady, hath robb'd many beasts of their particular additions: he is as valiant as a lion, churlish as the bear, slow as the elephant-a man into whom nature hath so crowded humours that his valour is crush'd into folly, his folly sauced with discretion.

Honour travels in a strait so narrow Where one but goes abreast.

All is well ended if this suit be won. That you express content; which we will pay, With strife to please you, day exceeding day.

Do as the heavens have done, forget your evil; With them forgive yourself.

If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well. It were done quickly.

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.

Even as one heat another heat expels, or as one nail by strength drives out another, so the remembrance of my former love is by a newer object quite forgotten.