What's done can't be undone.

Is there no pity sitting in the clouds, That sees into the bottom of my grief?

Death lies on her like an untimely frost.

In springtime, the only pretty ring time Birds sing, hey ding A-ding, a-ding Sweet lovers love the spring—

But yet, I say, if imputation and strong circumstances, which lead directly to the door of truth, will give you satisfaction, you may have it.

the fire seven times tried this; seven times tried that judgement is that did never choose amiss some there be that shadows kiss; such have but a shadows bliss, there be fool alive, i wis silverd o'er, and so was this Take what wife you will to bed I will ever be your head. So be gone; you are sped.

Suffer love; a good epithet! I do suffer love, indeed, for I love thee against my will.