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

The quality of nothing hath not such need to hide itself

Love hath made thee a tame snake

That which is now a horse, even with a thought The rack dislimms, and makes it indistinct As water is in water

Here will be an old abusing of God's patience and the king's English.

My purpose is, indeed, a horse of that color.

Finish, good lady; the bright day is done, And we are for the Dark.