By Heaven, my soul is purg'd from grudging hate; And with my hand I seal my true heart's love

The clock upbraids me with the waste of time.

The devil shall have his bargain; for he was never yet a breaker of proverbs--he will give the devil his due.

No man means evil but the devil, and we shall know him by his horns.

A knot you are of damned bloodsuckers.

Manhood is melted into courtesies, valor into compliment, and men are only turned into tongue, and trim ones, too.

Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me, Knowing thy heart torment me with disdain, Have put on black and loving mourners be, Looking with pretty ruth upon my pain. And truly not the morning sun of heaven Better becomes the grey cheeks of the east, Nor that full star that ushers in the even, Doth half that glory to the sober west, As those two mourning eyes become thy face: O! let it then as well beseem thy heart To mourn for me since mourning doth thee grace, And suit thy pity like in every part. Then will I swear beauty herself is black, And all they foul that thy complexion lack