For where thou art, there is the world itself, With every several pleasure in the world, And where thou art not, desolation.

Thou seest I have more flesh than another man, and therefore more frailty.

I'll take thy word for faith, not ask thine oath; Who shuns not to break one will sure crack both.

If ever (as that ever may be near) you meet in some fresh cheek the power of fancy, then shall you know the wounds invisible that love's keen, arrows make.

O hell! to choose love with another's eye.

We must follow, not force Providence.

Ay, when fowls have no feathers and fish have no fin.