Age Cannot Wither Her, Nor Custom Stale

Where Love Is Great, The Littlest Doubts Are Fear; Where Little Fears Grow Great, Great Love Grows There.

Thou Unfit For Any Place But Hell.

Every Inordinate Cup Is Unbless'd, And The Ingredient Is A Devil.

By Heaven, My Soul Is Purg'd From Grudging Hate; And With My Hand I Seal My True Heart's Love

What Is A Man, If His Chief Good And Market Of His Time Be But To Sleep And Feed? A Beast, No More.