Here come the lovers, full of joy and mirth.— Joy, gentle friends! joy and fresh days of love Accompany your hearts!

Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart, or in the head?

Now, my masters, happy man be his dole, say I; every man to his business.

Now, good digestion wait on appetite, and health on both!

A grandma's name is little less in love than is the doting title of a mother.

This wimpled, whining, purblind, wayward boy, this Senior Junior, giant dwarf...Cupid.

So may the outward shows be least themselves: The world is still deceived with ornament. In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt, But, being seasoned with a gracious voice, Obscures the show of evil? In religion, What damned error, but some sober brow Will bless it and approve it with a text, Hiding the grossness with fair ornament? There is no vice so simple but assumes Some mark of virtue on his outward parts.