Journeys End In Lovers Meeting.

This Blessed Plot, This Earth, This Realm, This England.

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.'

A Man Cannot Make Him Laugh; But That's No Marvel; He Drinks No Wine.... If I Had A Thousand Sons, The First Human Principle I Would Teach Them Should Be, To Forswear Thin Potations And To Addict Themselves To Sack.

When I Said I Would Die A Bachelor, I Did Not Think I Should Live Till I Were Married.

Do Not Cast Away An Honest Man For A Villain's Accusation.