So sweet was ne'er so fatal. I must weep. But they are creul tears. This sorrow's heavenly; it strikes where it doth love.
It warms the very sickness in my heart, That I shall live and tell him to his teeth, "Thus diddest thou;"
I cannot do it without comp[u]ters.
Be to yourself as you would to your friend.
Who can be patient in extremes?
That which ordinary men are fit for, I am qualified in. and the best of me is diligence.