For we, which now behold these present days, Have eyes to wonder, but lack tongues to praise.
As a walled town is more worthier than a village, so is the forehead of a married man more honorable than the bare brow of a bachelor.
It were a grief so brief to part with thee. Farewell.
Tis the eye of childhood that fears a painted devil.
I...Kisss the tender inward of thy hand.
I am ill at these numbers.