Gold were as good as twenty orators.

We waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day.

If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.

I dreamt my lady came and found me dead . . . . . . . . . . . . And breathed such life with kisses in my lips That I revived and was an emperor.

Friendship is constant in all other things Save in the office and affairs of love. Therefore all hearts in love use their own tongues. Let every eye negotiate for itself, And trust no agent; for beauty is a witch Against whose charms faith melteth into blood.

And in some perfumes there is more delight than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know that music hath a far more pleasing sound.

I love a ballad in print o' life, for then we are sure they are true.