Knit your hearts with an unslipping knot.

... I am At war 'twixt will and will not.

Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she. . . .

Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king, he would not in mine age have left me naked to mine enemies.

Allow not nature more than nature needs.

Love that we cannot have is the one that lasts the longest,hurts the deepest,but feels the strongest

I and my bosom must debate awhile, and then I would no other company.