Take but degree away, untune that string, and hark, what discord follows!

O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil.

I feel within me a peace above all earthly dignities, a still and quiet conscience.

Prosperity's the very bond of love, Whose fresh complexion and whose heart together Affliction alters.

One half of me is yours, the other half is yours, Mine own, I would say; but if mine, then yours, And so all yours.

Love will not be spurred to what it loathes

The weakest kind of fruit drops earliest to the ground.