There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple.
If the ill spirit have so fair a house,
Good things will strive to dwell with't

“Come, gentle night; come, loving, black-browed night;Give me my Romeo; and, whe…”

“For there was never yet philosopher that could endure the toothache patiently.”

“But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous loo…”

“As you from crimes would pardon'd be, Let your indulgence set me free.”