No profit grows where no pleasure is taken.

How quickly nature falls into revolt When gold becomes her object! For this the foolish over-careful fathers Have broke their sleep with thoughts, their brains with care, Their bones with industry.

To mingle friendship far is mingling bloods.

Who is Silvia What is she, That all our swains commend her Holy, fair, and wise is she.

Give them great meals of beef and iron and steel, they will eat like wolves and fight like devils.

Lovers ever run before the clock

so full of shapes is fancy