Pray you now, forget and forgive.
Love denied blights the soul we owe to God.
My cousin's a fool, and thou art another.
To be a well-favoured man is the gift of fortune; but to write and read comes by nature.
'Tis not enough to help the feeble up, but to support them after.
Yet this my comfort: when your words are done, My woes end likewise with the evening sun.