My purpose is, indeed, a horse of that color.
Love runs away from those chasing her, and those who run away, she throws herself on his neck.
Good things should be praised.
Good name in man and woman is the immediate jewel of their souls.
This fellow pecks up wit, as pigeons peas; And utters it again when God doth please: He is wit's pedler; and retails his wares.
O, how I faint when I of you do write, Knowing a better spirit doth use your name, And in the praise thereof spends all his might To make me tongue-tied speaking of your fame.