Take all the swift advantage of the hours.

Scorn, at first, makes after-love the more.

All fancy-sick she is and pale of cheer, with sighs of love, that costs the fresh blood dear.

All is well ended if this suit be won. That you express content; which we will pay, With strife to please you, day exceeding day.

Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day And make me travel forth without my cloak, To let base clouds o'ertake me in my way, Hiding they brav'ry in their rotten smoke?

There's not a note of mine that's worth the noting.

Love yourself; and in that love not unconsidered leave your honor.