O horror! Horror! Horror! Tongue nor heart Cannot conceive nor name thee!
Death, a necessary end, will come when it will come
We that are true lovers run into strange capers; but as all is mortal in nature, so is all nature in love mortal in folly.
a wild dedication of yourselves To undiscovered waters, undreamed shores.
A man in all the world's new fashion planted, That hath a mint of phrases in his brain.
Dumb jewels often, in their silent kind, more than quick words, do move a woman's mind.