What should we speak of When we are old as you? when we shall hear The rain and wind beat dark December? how, In this our pinching cave, shall we discourse The freezing hours away?

Against love's fire fear`s frost hath dissolution

He that dies pays all debts.

A true repentance shuns the evil itself, more than the external suffering or the shame.

Stars hide your fires; let not light see my black and deep desires: The eyes wink at the hand; yet let that be which the eye fears, when it is done, to see

Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim, When King Cophetua loved the beggar-maid!

Help, master, help! here's a fish hangs in the net, like a poor man's right in the law; 'twill hardly come out.