Farewell, my sister, fare thee well. The elements be kind to thee, and make Thy spirits all of comfort: fare thee well.

Who is Silvia What is she, That all our swains commend her Holy, fair, and wise is she.

I'll go find a shadow, and sigh till he come" (Phebe)

Thou shalt be free As mountain winds: but then exactly do All points of my command.

Love runs away from those chasing her, and those who run away, she throws herself on his neck.

O that men's ears should be To counsel deaf but not to flattery!

It is the stars, The stars above us, govern our conditions.