I do love nothing in the world so well as you- is not that strange?

A good old man, sir. He will be talking. As they say, when the age is in, the wit is out.

It is the very error of the moon; She comes more nearer earth than she was wont, And makes men mad.

The moon shines bright. In such a night as this. When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees and they did make no noise, in such a night.

How many things by season seasoned are To their right praise and true perfection!

Ring the alarum-bell! Blow, wind! come, wrack! At least we'll die with harness on our back.

What's to come is still unsure: In delay there lies no plenty; Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty, Youth's a stuff will not endure.