The tempter or the tempted, who sins most? Ha! Not she: nor doth she tempt: but it is I That, lying by the violet in the sun, Do as the carrion does, not as the flower, Corrupt with virtuous season.

But flies an eagle flight, bold and forth on, Leaving no tract behind.

This passion, and the death of a dear friend, would go near to make a man look sad.

For love, thou know'st, is full of jealousy

Well, God give them wisdom that have it; and those that are fools, let them use their talents.

The will is deaf and hears no heedful friends.

Go, write it in a martial hand; be curst and brief; it is no matter how witty, so it be eloquent and fun of invention: taunt him with the licence of ink: if thou thou'st him some thrice, it shall not be amiss; and as many lies as will lie in thy shee.