Go hang yourself, you naughty mocking uncle!
In thy youth wast as true a lover, As ever sighed upon a midnight pillow
There is a tide in the affairs of men
The last taste of sweets is sweetest last.
One woman is fair, yet I am well; another is wise, yet I am well; another virtuous, yet I am well; but till all graces be in one woman, one woman shall not come in my grace.
I'll go find a shadow, and sigh till he come" (Phebe)