My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun
I cannot but remember such things were that were most precious to me.
Kindness nobler ever than revenge.
The fortune of us that are the moon's men doth ebb and flow like the sea, being governed, as the sea is, by the moon.
Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break.
A man can die but once.