He that is strucken blind can not forget the precious treasure of his eyesight lost.
Devils soonest tempt, resembling spirits of light.
This is the very ecstasy of love, whose violent property ordoes itself and leads the will to desperate undertakings.
Your face is a book, where men may read strange matters.
Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing.
Tush! Fear not, my lord, we will not stand to prate; Talkers are no good doers: be assured We come to use our hands and not our tongues.