Past and to come, seems best; things present, worse.

To beguile the time, look like the time.

I take thee at thy word: Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; Henceforth I never will be Romeo.

All things that are, are with more spirit chased than enjoyed.

An overflow of good converts to bad.

But here's the joy: my friend and I are one, Sweet flattery!

I have a kind soul that would give you thanks. And knows not how to do it but with tears.