Why should we rise because 'tis light? Did we lie down because t'was night?

We that are true lovers run into strange capers; but as all is mortal in nature, so is all nature in love mortal in folly.

O, train me not, sweet mermaid, with thy note, to drown me in thy sister’s flood of tears.

A violet in the youth of primy nature, Forward, not permanent--sweet, not lasting; The perfume and suppliance of a minute; No more.

Care is no cure, but rather corrosive, For things that are not to be remedied.

Preferred three hours quicker over one moment late.

We must be brief when traitors brave the field.