My love is strengthen'd, though more weak in seeming; I love not less, though less the show appear: That love is merchandised whose rich esteeming The owner's tongue doth publish every where.

O jest unseen, inscrutable, invisible, As a nose on a man's face, or a weathercock on a steeple.

Tis our fast intent To shake all cares and business from our age, Conferring them on younger strengths, while we Unburdened crawl toward death.

The villany you teach me I shall execute; and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction.

The moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun.

Our jovial star reigned at his birth.

Time goes on crutches till love have all his rites.