Assume a virtue if you have it not.
Patience is sottish, and impatience does become a dog that's mad.
It is the cowish terror of his spirit that dares not undertake; he'll not feel wrongs which tie him to an answer.
How use doth breed a habit in a man.
The moon shines bright. In such a night as this. When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees and they did make no noise, in such a night.
O, then, what graces in my love do dwell, that he hath turn'd a heaven unto hell