When great leaves fall, the winter is at hand.

Forget, forgive; conclude, and be agreed.

A ministering angel shall my sister be.

When heaven doth weep, doth not the earth o'erflow? If the winds rage, doth not the sea wax mad, Threatening the welkin with his big-swoln face? And wilt thou have a reason for this coil? I am the sea; hark, how her sighs do blow! She is the weeping welkin, I the earth: Then must my sea be moved with her sighs; Then must my earth with her continual tears Become a deluge, overflow'd and drown'd: For why my bowels cannot hide her woes, But like a drunkard must I vomit them. Then give me leave, for losers will have leave To ease their stomachs with their bitter tongues.

Strong reasons make strong actions let us go If you say ay, the king will not say no.

The violence of either grief or joy, their own enactures with themselves destroy.

A college of wit-crackers cannot flout me out of my humor. Dost thou think I care for a satire or an epigram?