Do not swear by the moon, for she changes constantly. Then your love would also change.

New customs, Though they be never so ridiculous (Nay, let em be unmanly), yet are followed.

The wildest hath not such a heart as you. Run when you will, the story shall be changed: Apollo flies, and Daphne holds the chase; The dove pursues the griffin; the mild hind Makes speed to catch the tiger; bootless speed, When cowardice pursues and valour flies.

God grant us patience!

Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks

And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.

Lord, Lord, how this world is given to lying!