He that is thy friend indeed, he will help you in your need.

Being your slave what should I do but tend, Upon the hours, and times of your desire? I have no precious time at all to spend; Nor services to do till you require.

The iron tongue of Midnight hath told twelve lovers, to bed; 'tis almost fairy time. I fear we shall outstep the coming morn as much as we this night over-watch'd.

There's rosemary, that's for remembrance. Pray you, love, remember.

Rich honesty dwells like a miser, Sir, in a poor house; as your pearl in your foul oyster.

I love a ballad but even too well if it be doleful matter merrily set down, or a very pleasant thing indeed and sung lamentably.

For what good turn? Messenger: For the best turn of the bed.