“Glory is like a circle in the water, which never ceaseth to enlarge itself, till by broad spreading, it disperses to naught.”

“Like madness is the glory of this life.”

“Naught's had, all's spent,Where our desire is got without content.'Tis safer to be that which we destroyThan by destruction dwell in doubtful joy.”

“Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow.”

“Each substance of grief hath twenty shadows, which shows like grief itself, but is not so; or sorrow's eye, glazed with blinding tears, divides one thing entire to many objects: like perspectives which, rightly gaz'd upon, show nothing but confusion:”

“There's no trust, No faith, no honesty in men; all perjured, All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers.”

“Be patient, for the world is broad and wide.”