Nature hath framed strange fellows in her time.

Why, who cries out on pride that can therein tax any private party? Doth it not flow as hugely as the sea till the weary very means do ebb?

Love that we cannot have is the one that lasts the longest,hurts the deepest,but feels the strongest

Art made tongue-tied by authority.

Oh, thou did'st then ne'er love so heartily. If thou rememb'rest not the slightest folly That ever love did make thee run inot, Thou has not loved. Of if thou has't not sat as I do now, Wearying they hearer in thy mistress's praise, Thou has not loved. Of if thou hast not broke from company Abruptly, as my passion now makes me, Thou has not loved. (Silvius)

...lest too light winning make the prize light.

What is a man, if his chief good and market of his time be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more.