When the sea was calm all ships alike showed mastership in floating.

The ostentation of our love, which, left unshown, is often left unloved.

My chastity's the jewel of our house, bequeathed down from many ancestors.

All his successors gone before him have done 't; and all his ancestors that come after him may.

Things base and vile, holding no quantity, Love can transpose to form and dignity. Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind. Nor hath Love's mind of any judgment taste; Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste.

For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds; Lillies that fester smell far worse than weeds.

Are you sure/That we are awake? It seems to me/That yet we sleep, we dream