What though care killed a cat, thou hast mettle enough in thee to kill care.
Take all the swift advantage of the hours.
in black ink my love may still shine bright.
Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come; make her laugh at that.
Who is Silvia What is she, That all our swains commend her Holy, fair, and wise is she.
I scorn you, scurvy companion.