Free from gross passion or of mirth or anger
You are not worth another word, else I'd call you knave.
Good company, good wine, good welcome, can make good people.
Say, thou art mine; and ever, My love, as it begins, shall so persevere
[S]ince brevity is the soul of wit, And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, I will be brief.
My life, my joy, my food, my ail the world!