I wish my Sun may never set, but burn.

Flesh of my flesh, bone of my bone, I here, though there, yet both but one.

To sing of Wars, of Captains, and of Kings/Of Cities founded, Common-wealths begun/For my mean Pen are too superior things.

The world no longer lets me love, My hope and treasure are above.

If ever two were one, then surely we. If ever man were loved by wife, then thee.

Youth is the time of getting, middle age of improving, and old age of spending; a negligent youth is usually attended by an ignorant middle age, and both by an empty old age.

If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant.