Sublime

We shine with brightness. And I who am here dissembled Proffer my deeds to oblivion, and my love To the posterity of the desert and the fruit of the gourd.

To die is our heavy portion, but, oh, let us die with life about us; when our cold hearts cease to beat, let warm hearts be beating near;

‘this is indeed a meeting which is calculated to impress the mind with a sense of the instability and uncertainty of all human—in short, it is a most extraordinary meeting.

‘My dear, we will not anticipate the decrees of fortune.

O friend, if what you have within you is natural, and only natural, it will not save you! The inward work must be supernatural.

live upon their wits (or not so much, perhaps, upon the presence of their own wits as upon the absence of wits in other people)

That villain Gaveston is made an earl.