Be cheerful; wipe thine eyes: Some falls are means the happier to arise

Though music oft hath such a charm to make bad good, and good provoke to harm.

Show me a mistress that is passing fair, what doth her beauty serve but as a note where I may read who pass'd that passing fair?

What's gone, and what's past help, Should be past grief.

Better conquest never canst thou make than arm thy constant and thy nobler parts against giddy, loose suggestions.

Free from gross passion or of mirth of anger constant spirit, not swerving with the blood, garnish'd and deck'd in modest compliment, not working with the eye without the ear, and but in purged judgement trusting neither? Such and so finely bolted didst thou seem.

What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?