Fishes live in the sea, as men do a-land; the great ones eat up the little ones.

Preferred three hours quicker over one moment late.

I have unclasp'd to thee the book even of my secret soul.

If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumber'd here While these visions did appear.

In maiden meditation, fancy free.

The sight of lovers feedeth those in love.

We must be gentle now we are gentlemen.