Put money in thy purse.

Enjoy'd no sooner but despised straight, Past reason hunted, and no sooner had Past reason hated

He took the bride about the neck and kissed her lips with such a clamorous smack that at the parting all the church did echo.

So wise so young, they say, do never live long.

He capers, he dances, he has eyes of youth, he writes verses, he speaks holiday, he smells April and May.

In thy face I see the map of honour, truth and loyalty.

There is a kind of character in thy life, That to the observer doth thy history, fully unfold.