Unnatural deeds do breed unnatural troubles.
So distribution should undo excess, and each man have enough.
I was adored once too.
Wise men ne'er sit and wail their woes, but presently prevent the ways to wail.
Love is a smoke rais'd with the fume of sighs; being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears; what is it else? A madness most discreet, a choking gall, and a preserving sweet.
God shall be my hope, my stay, my guide and lantern to my feet.