I'll note you in my book of memory.

Come give us a taste of your quality.

My nature is subdued to what it works in, like the dyer's hand.

The Brightness of her cheek would shame those stars as daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven would through the airy region stream so bright that birds would sing, and think it were not night.

And ruin`d love when it is built anew, grows fairer than at first, more strong, far greater

Wooing, wedding, and repenting is as a Scotch jig, a measure, and a cinque-pace: the first suit is hot and hasty like a Scotch jig--and full as fantastical; the wedding, mannerly modest, as a measure, full of state and ancientry; and then comes repentance and with his bad legs falls into the cinque-pace faster and faster, till he sink into his grave.

Women being the weaker vessels, are ever thrust to the walls.