“Unhappy Persia, that in former age Hast been the seat of mighty Conquerors,That in their prowesse and their policies, Have triumph over Africa.”

“Gaveston:I can no longer keepe me from my lord.Edward:What Gaveston, welcome: kis not my hand,Embrace me Gaveston as I do thee:Why shouldst thou kneele, knowest thou not who I am?Thy friend, thy selfe, another Gaveston.Not Hilas was more mourned of Hercules,Then thou hast beene of me since thy exile.”

“All things that move between the quiet polesShall be at my command. Emperors and kingsAre but obey'd in their several provinces,Nor can they raise the wind, or rend the clouds;But his dominion that exceeds in thisStretcheth as far as doth the mind of man!A sound magician is a mighty god.”

“What makes my bed seem hard seeing it is soft?Or why slips downe the Coverlet so oft?Although the nights be long, I sleepe not tho,My sides are sore with tumbling to and fro.Were Love the cause, it's like I shoulde descry him,Or lies he close, and shoots where none can spie him?T'was so, he stroke me with a slender dart,Tis cruell love turmoyles my captive hart.Yeelding or striving doe we give him might,Lets yeeld, a burden easly borne is light.I saw a brandisht fire increase in strength,Which being not shakt, I saw it die at length.Yong oxen newly yokt are beaten more,Then oxen which have drawne the plow before.And rough jades mouths with stubburn bits are tome,But managde horses heads are lightly borne,Unwilling Lovers, love doth more torment,Then such as in their bondage feele content.Loe I confesse, I am thy captive I,And hold my conquered hands for thee to tie.What needes thou warre, I sue to thee for grace,With armes to conquer armlesse men is base,Yoke VenusDoves, put Mirtle on thy haire,Vulcan will give thee Chariots rich and faire.The people thee applauding thou shalte stand,Guiding the harmelesse Pigeons with thy hand.Yong men and women, shalt thou lead as thrall,So will thy triumph seeme magnificall.I lately cought, will have a new made wound,And captive like be manacled and bound.Good meaning, shame, and such as seeke loves wrackShall follow thee, their hands tied at their backe.Thee all shall feare and worship as a King,Jo, triumphing shall thy people sing.Smooth speeches, feare and rage shall by thee ride,Which troopes hath alwayes bin on Cupids side:Thou with these souldiers conquerest gods and men,Take these away, where is thy honor then?Thy mother shall from heaven applaud this show,And on their faces heapes of Roses strow.With beautie of thy wings, thy faire haire guilded,Ride golden Love in Chariots richly builded.Unlesse I erre, full many shalt thou burne,And give woundes infinite at everie turne.In spite of thee, forth will thy arrowes flie,A scorching flame burnes all the standers by.So having conquerd Inde, was Bacchus hew,Thee Pompous birds and him two tygres drew.Then seeing I grace thy show in following thee,Forbeare to hurt thy selfe in spoyling mee.Beholde thy kinsmans Caesars prosperous bandes,Who gardes the conquered with his conquering hands.-- ELEGIA 2 (Quodprimo Amore correptus, in triumphum duci se a Cupidine patiatur)”

“Cut is the branch that might have grown full straight, And burnèd is Apollo's laurel-bough,That sometime grew within this learnèd man.”

“If we say that we have no sin,We deceive ourselves, and there's no truth in us. Why then belike we must sin,And so consequently die.Ay, we must die an everlasting death.”

“Faustus: Stay, Mephistopheles, and tell me, what good willmy soul do thy lord?Mephistopheles: Enlarge his kingdom.Faustus: Is that the reason he tempts us thus?Mephistopheles: Solamen miseris socios habuisse doloris.(It is a comfort to the wretched to have companions in misery.)”