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

“I must, like a whore, unpack my heart with words.”

“O sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frightened thee. That …”

“The ultimate measure of love is not when both like each otherIts when one ignor…”

“April hath put a spirit of youth in everything. (Sonnet XCVIII)”