Hot lavender, mints, savory, marjoram; The marigold, that goes to bed wi' the sun, and with him rise weeping.

I am never merry when I hear sweet music.

And too soon Marred are those so early Made.

Why, what's the matter, That you have such a February face, So full of frost, of storm and cloudiness?

When a father gives to his son, both laugh; when a son gives to his father, both cry.

If we are true to ourselves, we can not be false to anyone.

An arrant traitor as any is in the universal world, or in France, or in England.