Therefore, to be possess'd with double pomp, To guard a title that was rich before, To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful and ridiculous excess.

What power is it which mounts my love so high, that makes me see, and cannot feed mine eye

We must take the current when it serves, or lose our ventures.

Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art, As those whose beauties proudly make them cruel; For well thou know'st to my dear doting heart Thou art the fairest and most precious jewel.

Good company, good wine, good welcome, can make good people.

For by his face straight shall you know his heart.

The gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful day Is crept into the bosom of the sea.