Death lies on her like an untimely frost.
His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles; his love sincere, his thoughts immaculate; his tears pure messengers sent from his heart; his heart as far from fraud, as heaven from earth
The fringed curtains of thine eye advance, And say what thou seest yond.
A lion among ladies is a most dreadful thing.
To be in anger is impiety, but who is man that is not angry?
Dreams, indeed, are ambition; for the very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream. And I hold ambition of so airy and light a quality that it is but a shadow's shadow.