Why, what's the matter, That you have such a February face, So full of frost, of storm and cloudiness?

Crabbed age and youth cannot live together: Youth is full of pleasance, age is full of care.

It is my soul that calls upon my name; How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, like softest music to attending ears! -Romeo

There's place and means for every man alive.

What a pretty thing man is when he goes in his doublet and hose and leaves off his wit!

Beauty lives with kindness.

There's rosemary and rue. These keep Seeming and savor all the winter long. Grace and remembrance be to you.