There are occasions and causes, why and wherefore in all things.
How much more doth beauty beauteous seem by that sweet ornament which truth doth give!
Wise men ne'er sit and wail their woes, but presently prevent the ways to wail.
And thence from Athens turn away our eyes To seek new friends and stranger companies.
At Christmas, I no more desire a rose.
On the bat’s back I do fly After summer merrily.