Cursed be he that moves my bones.

I cannot do it without comp[u]ters.

Men should be what they seem; Or those that be not, would they might seem none!.

Be advised; Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot That it do singe yourself: we may outrun, By violent swiftness, that which we run at, And lose by over-running. Know you not, The fire that mounts the liquor til run o'er, In seeming to augment it wastes it?

I shall the effect of this good lesson keeps as watchman to my heart.

My love is strengthen'd, though more weak in seeming; I love not less, though less the show appear: That love is merchandised whose rich esteeming The owner's tongue doth publish every where.

My dull brain was wrought with things forgotten.