They do not love that do not show their love.

My crown is called content, a crown that seldom kings enjoy.

I count myself in nothing else so happy as in a soul remembering my good Friends

I am misanthropos, and hate mankind, For thy part, I do wish thou wert a dog, That I might love thee something.

Speak me fair in death.

You have witchcraft in your lips, there is more eloquence in a sugar touch of them than in the tongues of the French council; and they should sooner persuade Harry of England than a general petition of monarchs.

The purest treasure mortal times can afford is a spotless reputation.