Take all the swift advantage of the hours.

So we grew together like to a double cherry, seeming parted, but yet an union in partition, two lovely berries molded on one stem.

I am but mad north-north-west. When the wind is southerly, I know a hawk from a handsaw.

Go wisely and slowly. Those who rush stumble and fall.

Have I thought long to see this morning’s face, And doth it give me such a sight as this?

Lady, you are the cruel'st she alive If you will lead these graces to the grave And leave the world no copy.

How low am I, thou painted maypole?