Love comforteth like sunshine after rain.

There is a tide in the affairs of men, which, taken at the flood,

Our wills and fates do so contrary run, that our devices still ar

When we are born we cry that we are come to this great stage of f

Oft expectation fails, and most oft there where most it promises.

Experience is a jewel, and it had need be so, for it is often pur

Sometimes from her eyes I did receive fair speechless messages.

Oh what men dare do! what men may do! what men daily do, not know

Let none presume to wear an undeserved dignity.

Our doubts are traitors and cause us to miss the good we oft migh