One woman is fair, yet I am well; another is wise, yet I am well; another virtuous, yet I am well; but till all graces be in one woman, one woman shall not come in my grace.
I am falser than vows made in wine.
I feel it gone, yet know not when it left.
Is she kind as she is fair?
Brevity is the soul of wit.
And all this day an unaccustomed spirit lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.