Virtue is chok'd with foul ambition

where civil blood makes civil hands unclean

Glory is like a circle in the water, which never ceaseth to enlarge itself, till, by broad spreading, it disperse to naught.

Now, God be praised, that to believing souls gives light in darkness, comfort in despair.

For thou hast given me in this beauteous face A world of earthly blessings to my soul, If sympathy of love unite our thoughts.

Is it possible that love should of a sudden take such a hold?

Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more.