There is Throats to be cut, and Works to be done.

Refrain to-night; And that shall lend a kind of easiness To the next abstinence, the next more easy; For use almost can change the stamp of nature, And either master the devil or throw him out With wondrous potency.

Blest are those Whose blood and judgment are so well commingled, That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please.

She will die if you love her not, And she will die ere she might make her love known

For naught so vile that on the earth doth live But to the earth some special good doth give.

To be a well-favoured man is the gift of fortune; but to write and read comes by nature.

Ten kisses short as one, one long as twenty.