I would we were all of one mind, and one mind good.
Cursed be he that moves my bones.
My cousin's a fool, and thou art another.
Look, what envious streaks do lace the severing clouds in yonder east! Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day stands tip-toe on the misty mountain-tops.
Love's fire heats water, water cools not love.
God mark thee to His grace! Thou was the prettiest babe that e'er I nursed. And might I live to see thee married once, I have my wish.