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.

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

It is the end that crowns us, not the fight.

Gather ye rose-buds while ye may, Old Time is still a flying: And this same flower that smiles to day, Tomorrow will be dying.

Thus times do shift, each thing his turn does hold; New things succeed, as former things grow old.

The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun.

I do love I know not what; Sometimes this, and sometimes that.