Lovers ever run before the clock
Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground.
love is blind and lovers cannot see the pretty follies that themselves commit
For where thou art, there is the world itself, With every several pleasure in the world, And where thou art not, desolation.
Come my spade. There is no ancient gentlemen but gardeners, ditchers, and grave-makers; they hold up Adam's profession.
I had rather be a toad, and live upon the vapor of a dungeon than keep a corner in the thing I love for others uses.