Give, if thou can, an alms; if not, a sweet and gentle word.

But ne'er the rose without the thorn.

In vain our labours are, whatsoe'er they be, unless God gives the Benediction.

Give me a kiss, and to that kiss a score; Then to that twenty, add a hundred more: A thousand to that hundred: so kiss on, To make that thousand up a million. Treble that million, and when that is done, Let's kiss afresh, as when we first begun.

The first act's doubtful, but we say, it is the last commends the play.

Fain would I kiss my Julia's dainty leg, Which is as white and hairless as an egg.

So when or you or I are made A fable, song, or fleeting shade; All love, all liking, all delight Lies drowned with us in endless night. Then while time serves, and we are but decaying; Come, my Corinna, come, let's go a Maying.