A great cause of the night is lack of the sun.

A contract of eternal bond of love, Confirm'd by mutual joinder of your hands, Arrested by the holy close of lips, Strength'ned by the interchangement of your rings, And all the ceremony of this compact Seal'd in my function, by my testimony.

Women speak two languages - one of which is verbal.

It is not night when I do see your face.

Tis beauty that doth oft make women proud; but, God He knows, thy share thereof is small.

That which ordinary men are fit for, I am qualified in. and the best of me is diligence.

These flowers are like the pleasures of the world.