He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument.

Love moderately; long love doth so; too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.

I praise God for you, sir: your reasons at dinner have been sharp and sententious; pleasant without scurrility, witty without affectation, audacious without impudency, learned without opinion, and strange with-out heresy.

O, train me not, sweet mermaid, with thy note, to drown me in thy sister’s flood of tears.

Canst thou, O partial sleep, give thy repose to the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude, and in the calmest and most stillest night, with all appliances and means to boot, deny it to a king?

Best men oft are moulded out of faults.

Is there no pity sitting in the clouds, That sees into the bottom of my grief?