The labor we delight in physics [cures] pain.

If I had my mouth, I would bite; if I had my liberty, I would do my liking. In the meantime, let me be that I am, and seek not toalter me.

Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather the multitudinous seas incarnadine, making the green one red.

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks within his bending sickle's compass come.

If ever (as that ever may be near) you meet in some fresh cheek the power of fancy, then shall you know the wounds invisible that love's keen, arrows make.

Art made tongue-tied by authority.

I hate the murderer, love him murdered.