Thou and I are too wise to woo peaceably.
Pardon's the word to all.
The weight of this sad time we must obey, Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. The oldest hath borne most: we that are young Shall never see so much, nor live so long.
Temptation: the fiend at my elbow.
To business that we love we rise betime, and go to't with delight.
The Brightness of her cheek would shame those stars as daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven would through the airy region stream so bright that birds would sing, and think it were not night.