No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change.
Unnatural deeds do breed unnatural troubles.
Get thee to a nunnery.
I love a ballad but even too well if it be doleful matter merrily set down, or a very pleasant thing indeed and sung lamentably.
Thou hast not half that power to do me harm As I have to be hurt.
Love's gentle spring doth always fresh remain.