Merciful heaven, Thou rather with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt Splits the unwedgeable and gnarled oak Than the soft myrtle; but man, proud man, Dressed in a little brief authority, Most ignorant of what he's most assured His glassy essence--like an angry ape Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven As makes the angels weep; who, with our spleens, would all themselves laugh mortal.

He was not so much brain as earwax

They do not love that do not show their love. The course of true love never did run smooth. Love is a familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love.

O powerful love, that in some respects makes a beast a man, in some other, a man a beast.

Love sought is good, but given unsought, is better.

My charity is outrage, life my shame; And in that shame still live my sorrow's rage!

Their manners are more gentle, kind, than of Our human generation you shall find.