They whose guilt within their bosom lies, imagine every eye beholds their blame.

So, you are very welcome to our house. It must appear in other ways than words, Therefore, I scant this breathing courtesy.

Captain of our fairy band, Helena is here at hand, And the youth, mistook by me, Pleading for a lover's fee. Shall we their fond pageant see? Lord, what fools these mortals be!

For where is any author in the world Teaches such beauty as a woman's eye?

Society is no comfort, to one not sociable.

The teeming Autumn big with rich increase, bearing the wanton burden of the prime like widowed wombs after their lords decease.

All places that the eye of heaven visits Are to a wise man ports and happy havens. Teach thy necessity to reason thus; There is no virtue like necessity.