This passion, and the death of a dear friend, would go near to make a man look sad.

I see that the fashion wears out more apparel than the man.

Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than with honesty?

Happy thou art not; for what thou hast not, still thou strivest to get; and what thou hast, forgettest.

To beguile the time, look like the time.

'Twas merry when You wagered on your angling, when your diver Did hang a salt fish on his hook, which he With fervency drew up.

Who is here so vile that will not love his country?