I am a man more sinned against than sinning.
Therefore another prologue must tell he is not a lion.
When you depart from me sorrow abides and happiness takes his leave.
Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books, But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.
O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o’er my head As is a winged messenger of heaven.
I count myself in nothing else so happy as in a soul remembering my good Friends.
Bid me run, and I will strive with things impossible.
But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve For daws to peck at: I am not what I am.
No matter where; of comfort no man speak: Let’s talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth.
For man is a giddy thing, and this is my conclusion.
God shall be my hope, my stay, my guide and lantern to my feet.
I have set my life upon a cast, And I will stand the hazard of the die.
I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, and be buried in thy eyes – and moreover, I will go with thee to thy uncle’s.
When a father gives to his son, both laugh; when a son gives to his father, both cry.
It is a wise father who knows his own child.
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.
Love is not love that alters when it alteration finds.
As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words.
The golden age is before us, not behind us.
With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.