Tis our fast intent To shake all cares and business from our age, Conferring them on younger strengths, while we Unburdened crawl toward death.
Good morning to you, fair and gracious daughter.
When we are born we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.
Your gentleness shall force More than your force move us to gentleness.
Love is merely a madness, and, I tell you, deserves as well a dark house and a whip as madmen do.
If you would persuade, you must appeal to interest rather than intellect. We are advertis'd by our loving friends.