And Nothing Is, But What Is Not.

That England, That Was Wont To Conquer Others, Hath Made A Shameful Conquest Of Itself.

Love's Best Habit Is A Soothing Tongue

The Poor World Is Almost Six Thousand Years Old, And In All This Time There Was Not Any Man Died In His Own Person, Videlicet, In A Love-cause.

O, She's Warm! If This Be Magic, Let It Be An Art Lawful As Eating.

I Love Thee; None But Thee, And Thou Deservest It