A light wife doth make a heavy husband.
My glass shall not persuade me I am old, So long as youth and thou are of one date; But when in thee time's furrows I behold, Then look I death my days should expiate.
Which can say more than this rich praise, that you alone are you?
Patch grief with proverbs.
I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.
My only love sprung from my only hate.