Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As mans ingratitude Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude. Heigh-ho sing, heigh-ho unto the green holly Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly. Then heigh-ho the holly This life is most jolly. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend rememberd not.

'Tis better to bear the ills we have than fly to others that we know not of.

Love all, trust a few, Do wrong to none: be able for thine enemy Rather in power than use; and keep thy friend Under thy own life's key: be check'd for silence, But never tax'd for speech.

How much better is it to weep at joy than to joy at weeping?

Lovers can do their amorous rites by their own beauties

Say as you think and speak it from your souls.

You cannot, sir, take from me any thing that I will more willingly part withal: except my life, except my life, except my life.