Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.

I must be gone and live, or stay and die.

Hot lavender, mints, savory, marjoram; The marigold, that goes to bed wi' the sun, and with him rise weeping.

True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings.

So we grew together like to a double cherry, seeming parted, but yet an union in partition, two lovely berries molded on one stem.

What's to come is still unsure: In delay there lies no plenty; Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty, Youth's a stuff will not endure.

Give thy thoughts no tongue, nor any unproportioned thought his act. Be thou familiar but by no means vulgar.