O God, O God, how weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world!
A politician... one that would circumvent God.
Love moderately; long love doth so; too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.
A man should be what he seems.
Thine eyes I love, and they as pitying me, Knowing thy heart torment me with disdain, Have put on black, and loving mourners be, Looking with pretty ruth upon my pain.
The hand of little employment hath the daintier sense.