And yet,to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together nowadays.
A smile cures the wounding of a frown.
'Tis better to be vile than vile esteemed
I will not be sworn but love may transform me to an oyster
Watch tonight, pray tomorrow. Gallants, lads, boys, hearts of gold, all the titles of good fellowship come to you!
Verily, I swear, it is better to be lowly born, and range with humble livers in content, than to be perked up in a glistering grief, and wear a golden sorrow.