Th abuse of greatness is when it disjoins remorse from power.

To be in love, where scorn is bought with groans; coy looks, with heart-sore sighs; one fading moment's mirth

Gentle and low, an excellent thing in woman.

For naught so vile that on the earth doth live But to the earth some special good doth give.

I was too young that time to value her, But now I know her. If she be a traitor, Why, so am I. We still have slept together, Rose at an instant, learned, played, eat together, And wheresoe'er we went, like Juno's swans, Still we went coupled and inseparable.

There is no slander in an allowed fool, though he do nothing but rail.

To climb steep hills requires a slow pace at first.