Were all the letters sun, I could not see one.
So sweet was ne'er so fatal. I must weep. But they are creul tears. This sorrow's heavenly; it strikes where it doth love.
The man that hath no music in himself
...lest too light winning make the prize light.
I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions?
Those that are good manners at the court are as ridiculous in the country, as the behavior of the country is most mockable at the court.