Every subject's duty is the King's; but every subject's soul is his own. Therefore, should every soldier in the wars do as every sick man in his bed, wash every mote out of his conscience; and dying so, death is to him advantage; or not dying, the time was blessedly lost wherein such preparation was gained; and in him that escapes, it were no sin to think that, making God so free an offer, He let him outlive the day to see His greatness and to teach others how they should prepare.

Love hath made thee a tame snake

Light, seeking light, doth light of light beguile

one pain is cured by another. catch some new infection in your eye and the poison of the old one would die.

And when love speaks, the voice of all the gods makes Heaven drowsy with the harmony.

Hot and hasty, like a Scotch jig.

The force of his own merit makes his way-a gift that heaven gives for him.