The venom clamours of a jealous woman poison more deadly than a mad dog's tooth.

In springtime, the only pretty ring time Birds sing, hey ding A-ding, a-ding Sweet lovers love the spring—

Modest wisdom plucks me from over-credulous haste.

Gold--what can it not do, and undo?

Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues.

Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them?

O, grief hath changed me since you saw me last, And careful hours with Time's deformed hand Have written strange defeatures in my face. But tell me yet, dost thou not know my voice?