By heaven, I do love: and it hath taught me to rhyme, and to be mekancholy.

Summer's lease hath all too short a date.

There is a history in all men's lives.

And thus I clothe my naked villainy With odd old ends stol'n out of holy writ; And seem a saint, when most I play the devil.

Nothing comes from doing nothing.

This cold night will turn us all to fools and madmen.

Heaven give you many, many merry days.