If you be King, why should not I succeed?
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end.
Every good servant does not all commands.
Vile worm, thou wast o'erlook'd even in thy birth.
When love begins to sicken and decay it uses an enforced ceremony.
A man in all the world's new fashion planted, That hath a mint of phrases in his brain.