We, ignorant of ourselves, Beg often our own harms, which the wise powers Deny us for our good; so find we profit By losing of our prayers.

Love hath made thee a tame snake

O, let my books be then the eloquence and dumb presages of my speaking breast.

I'll go find a shadow, and sigh till he come" (Phebe)

Nature teaches beasts to know their friends.

Who can control his fate?

There's many a man hath more hair than wit.