Awake, dear heart, awake. Thou hast slept well. Awake.
He that sleeps feels not the tooth-ache
You have witchcraft in your lips
Here will be an old abusing of God's patience and the king's English.
To be a well-favoured man is the gift of fortune; but to write and read comes by nature.
Your face is a book, where men may read strange matters.