Being daily swallowed by men's eyes, They surfeited with honey and began To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof a little More than a little is by much too much. So, when he had occasion to be seen, He was but as the cuckoo is in June. Heard, not regarded.

We are advertis'd by our loving friends.

The extreme parts of time extremely forms all causes to the purpose of his speed.

And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.

Maids want nothing but husbands, and when they have them, they want everything.

A smile cures the wounding of a frown.

Till all grace be in one woman, one woman shall not come in my grace.