Let me have war, say I; it exceeds peace as far as day does night; it's spritely, waking, audible, and full of vent.
Ten kisses short as one, one long as twenty.
Is not the truth the truth?
And nothing is, but what is not.
Let us be Diana's foresters, gentlemen of the shade, minions of the moon
Melancholy is the nurse of frenzy.