Hopeless and helpless doth Egeon wend, But to procrastinate his liveless end.

When we our betters see bearing our woes, We scarcely think our miseries our foes.

Men in rage strike those that wish them best.

Time shall unfold what plaited cunning hides: Who cover faults, at last shame them derides.

Ay me! for aught that ever I could read, could ever hear by tale or history, the course of true love never did run smooth.

Then happy I that love and am beloved, where I may not remove nor be removed.

Maids want nothing but husbands, and when they have them, they want everything.