My dull brain was wrought with things forgotten.
If they love they know not why, they hate upon no better ground, they hate upon no better a ground
Give thy thoughts no tongue.
One woman is fair, yet I am well; another is wise, yet I am well; another virtuous, yet I am well; but till all graces be in one woman, one woman shall not come in my grace.
With mirth in funeral and with dirge in marriage.
Sweets to the sweet.