Ay, but to die and go we know not where; To lie in cold obstrution and to rot; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods or to reside In thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice; To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendant world.

A young man married is a man that's marred.

See where she comes apparelled like the spring.

Grace and remembrance be to you both.

Hate pollutes the mind.

Let the sap of reason quench the fire of passion.

Suffer love; a good epithet! I do suffer love, indeed, for I love thee against my will.