Meagre were his looks, Sharp misery had worn him to the bones.
Me, poor man, my library was dukedom large enough.
Many a good hanging prevents a bad marriage.
Madness in great ones must not unwatch’d go.
Love like a shadow flies when substance love pursues; Pursuing that that flies, and flying what pursues.
Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs.
Love is a familiar; love is a devil: there is no evil angel but love.
Loss of virginity is rational increase, and there was never virgin got till virginity was first lost.
Lord, what fools these mortals be!
Lord, lord, how subject we old men are to this vice of lying!
Look, he’s winding up the watch of his wit; by and by it will strike.
Live a little; comfort a little; cheer thyself a little.
