"O serpent heart hid with a flowering face!Did ever a dragon keep so fair a cave?Beautiful tyrant, feind angelical, dove feather raven, wolvish-ravening lamb! Despised substance of devinest show, just opposite to what thou justly seemest - A dammed saint, an honourable villain!"
"He that hath the steerage of my course,Direct my sail."
"thus with a kiss I die"
"See how she leans her cheek upon her hand. O, that I were a glove upon that hand That I might touch that cheek!"
"Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast."
"O, hereWill I set up my everlasting rest,And shake the yoke of inauspicious starsFrom this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last!Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, O youThe doors of breath, seal with a righteous kissA dateless bargain to engrossing death!"