Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep.

By Heaven, my soul is purg'd from grudging hate; And with my hand I seal my true heart's love

Tis not the many oaths that make the truth; But the plain single vow, that is vow'd true.

Yes, faith; it is my cousin's duty to make curtsy and say 'Father, as it please you.' But yet for all that, cousin, let him be a handsome fellow, or else make another curtsy and say 'Father, as it please me.

Perseverance, my dear Lord. Keeps honour bright.

O tiger's heart wrapped in a woman's hide!

All days are nights to see till I see thee, And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.