Blessings of your heart, you brew good ale.

Beauty lives with kindness.

It is silliness to live when to live is torment, and then have we a prescription to die when death is our physician.

Thou knowest, winter tames man, woman, and beast.

It is not night when I do see your face, Therefore I think I am not in the night; Nor doth this wood lack worlds of company, For you in my respect are all the world: Then how can it be said I am alone, When all the world is here to look on me?

I do I know not what, and fear to find Mine eye too great a flatterer for my mind. Fate, show thy force. Ourselves we do not owe. What is decreed must be; and be this so.

What the vengeance, could he not speak 'em fair?