We that are true lovers run into strange capers.
Things without all remedy should be without regard: what's done is done.
Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm in erecting a grammar school.
My falcon now is sharp and passing empty, and till she stoop she must not be full-gorged, for then she never looks upon her lure.
Hanging and wiving goes by destiny.
To business that we love we rise betime, and go to't with delight.