Your cause of sorrow must not be measured by his worth, for then it hath no end.

“O me, what eyes hath Love put in my head,Which have no correspondence with true…”

“Tis a commodity that will lose the gloss with lying; the longer kept, the less …”

“What's done cannot be undone.”

“Пусть сахарный языкДурацкую облизывает пышностьИ клонится проворное коленоТам, …”