My love is thine to teach; teach it but how, And thou shalt see how apt it is to learn. Any hard lesson that may do thee good.

You told a lie, an odious damned lie; Upon my soul, a lie, a wicked lie.

I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.

God defend the right.

I durst not laugh for fear of opening my lips and receiving the bad air.

Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell: It fell upon a little western flower, Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound, And maidens call it love-in-idleness.

This is the short and the long of it.