That man that hath a tongue, I say is no man, if with his tongue he cannot win a woman.
He is white-livered and red-faced.
Un-thread the rude eye of rebellion, and welcome home again discarded faith.
Thou art sad; get thee a wife, get thee a wife!
A heaven on earth I have won by wooing thee.
In springtime, the only pretty ring time Birds sing, hey ding A-ding, a-ding Sweet lovers love the springโ