If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumber'd here While these visions did appear.

There is not one wise man in twenty that will praise himself.

I am a true laborer: I earn that I eat, get that I wear, owe no man hate, envy no man's happiness, glad of other men's good, content with my harm.

Best men oft are moulded out of faults.

To you your father should be as a god.

Thy friendship makes us fresh.

Who is Silvia What is she, That all our swains commend her Holy, fair, and wise is she.