Saint Valentine is past: Begin these wood-birds but to couple now?
Remember thee? Yea, from the table of my memory I’ll wipe away all trivial fond records.
O wonder! How many goodly creatures are there here! How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world That has such people in’t.
O Lord, that lends me life, lend me a heart replete with thankfulness!
O God, God, how weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world!
Nor stony tower, nor walls of beaten brass, nor airless dungeon, nor strong links of iron, can be retentive to the strength of spirit; but life, being weary of those worldly bars, never lacks power to dismiss itself.
My plenteous joys, Wanton in fullness, seek to hide themselves In drops of sorrow.
Marriage is a matter of more worth than to be dealt in by attorneyship.
Life every man holds dear; but the dear man holds honor far more precious-dear than life.
Let none presume to wear an undeserved dignity. O that estates, degrees, and offices, were not derived corruptly, and that clear honor were purchased by the merit of the wearer.
Ignorance is the curse of God, knowledge the wing wherewith we fly to heaven.
If you have hitherto concealed this sight, let it be tenable in your silence still, and whatsoever else shall hap tonight, give it an understanding but no tongue.
