Absence from those we love is self from self - a deadly banishment.

You speak like a green girl / unsifted in such perilous circumstances.

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

Let me have war, say I; it exceeds peace as far as day does night; it's spritely, waking, audible, and full of vent.

The whirligig of time brings in his revenges.

I...Kisss the tender inward of thy hand.

O, Thou hast damnable iteration; and art, indeed, able to corrupt a saint.