Pastime passing excellent, if it he husbanded with modesty.

What man art thou that, thus bescreened in night, So stumblest on my counsel? *Who are you? Why do you hide in the darkness and listen to my private thoughts?*

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought.

Full of wise saws and modern instances.

The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burnt on the water.

Cease to lament for that thou canst not help; and study help for that which thou lamentest.

The moon shines bright. In such a night as this. When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees and they did make no noise, in such a night.