Don't waste your love on somebody, who doesn't value it.

The pleasant'st angling is to see the fish Cut with her golden oars the silver stream And greedily devour the treacherous bait.

Coward dogs most spend their mouths when what they seem to threaten runs far before them.

If I must die, I will encounter darkness as a bride, and hug it in mine arms.

Farewell! a long farewell to all my greatness!

If I could write the beauty of your eyes And in fresh numbers number all your graces, The age to come would say, 'This poet lies; Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces.'

Nothing routs us but the villainy of our fears.