Short time seems long in sorrow's sharp sustaining.
And he goes through life, his mouth open, and his mind closed.
Flower of this purple dye, Hit with Cupid's archery, Sink in apple of his eye.
Sir Andrew Ague-Cheek: I'll stay a month longer. I am a fellow o' the strangest mind i' the world; I delight in masques and revels sometimes altogether (He's an oddity in that he enjoys having fun)
Nature teaches beasts to know their friends.
And where two raging fires meet together, they do consume the thing that feeds their fury.