You cannot make gross sins look clear: To revenge is no valour, but to bear.

'By heaven, that thou art fair, is most infallible true, that thou art beauteous truth itself, that thou art lovely. More fairer than fair, beautiful than beauteous, truer than truth itself, have commiseration on thy heroical vassal.

True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings.

What: is the jay more precious than the lark because his feathers are more beautiful?

Dreams are the children of idled minds.

Blest are those Whose blood and judgment are so well commingled, That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please.

If all the year were playing holidays; To sport would be as tedious as to work.