Heaven take my soul, and England keep my bones!
And all this day an unaccustomed spirit lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.
Live how we can, yet die we must.
Beauty within itself should not be wasted.
Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love.
Oh! it offends me to the soul to hear a robust periwig-pated fellow, tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings.