“A wretched soul, bruised with adversity, We bid be quiet when we hear it cry; But were we burdened with light weight of pain, As much or more we should ourselves complain.”

“When we are born, we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.”

“The weight of this sad time we must obey,Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say.The oldest hath borne most: we that are youngShall never see so much, nor live so long.”

“Why should we rise because 'tis light? Did we lie down because t'was night?”

“For goodness, growing to a plurisy,Dies in his own too much: that we would doWe should do when we would; for this 'would' changesAnd hath abatements and delays as manyAs there are tongues,”

“We cannot fight for love as men may do; We should be woo'd, and were not made to woo.”

“If we are true to ourselves, we can not be false to anyone.”