No evil lost is wailed when it is gone.
Heaven would that she these gifts should have, and I to live and die her slave.
I will do anything, Nerissa, ere I'll be married to a sponge.
Who is Silvia What is she, That all our swains commend her Holy, fair, and wise is she.
When the sea was calm all ships alike showed mastership in floating.
We must love men, ere to us they will seem worthy of our love.