It is not vain glory for a man and his glass to confer in his own chamber.
One sees more devils than vast hell can hold
I am misanthropos, and hate mankind, For thy part, I do wish thou wert a dog, That I might love thee something.
He hath borne himself beyond the promise of his age, doing, in the figure of a lamb, the feats of a lion.
Unsubstantial Death is amorous.
It easeth some, though none it ever cured, to think their dolour others have endured.