Pray you now, forget and forgive.
Thou knowest, winter tames man, woman, and beast.
What soilders whey-face? The English for so please you. Take thy face hence.
Patience is sottish, and impatience does become a dog that's mad.
Here's flowers for you; Hot lavender, mints, savoury, marjoram; The marigold, that goes to bed wi' the sun And with him rises weeping: these are flowers Of middle summer, and I think they are given To men of middle age.
Now I am past all comforts here, but prayer.