Oh, flatter me; for love delights in praises.
Remembrance of things past.
I'll break my staff, bury it certain fathoms in the earth, and deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book!
Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye Than twenty of their swords: look thou but sweet, And I am proof against their enmity.
All is well ended, if the suit be won.
Learning is but an adjunct to ourself, And where we are our learning likewise is.