What Time hath scanted men in hair, he hath given them in wit.
I have lov'd her ever since I saw her; and still I see her beautiful
Love is like a child, That longs for everything it can come by
What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts.
I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, and be buried in thy eyes—and moreover, I will go with thee to thy uncle’s.
Use every man after his desert, and who should scape whipping?