Love is like a child, That longs for everything it can come by

Dumb jewels often, in their silent kind, more than quick words, do move a woman's mind.

To be merry best becomes you; for, out of question, you were born in a merry hour.

'Tis the soldier's life to have their balmy slumbers waked with strife.

I'll say she looks as clear as morning roses newly washed with dew.

Passion makes the will lord of the reason.

April ... hath put a spirit of youth in everything.