Heaven take my soul, and England keep my bones!

To pore upon a book, to seek the light of truth.

I have been studying how I may compare This prison where I live unto the world; And, for because the world is populous, And here is not a creature but myself, I cannot do it. Yet I'll hammer it out.

Let me have war, say I; it exceeds peace as far as day does night; it's spritely, waking, audible, and full of vent.

As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods; they kill us for their sport.

Sweets grown common lose their dear delight.

Virtue that transgresses is but patched with sin; and sin that amends is but patched with virtue.