He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone; At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.

Good name in man and woman is the immediate jewel of their souls.

Like a man made after supper of a cheese-paring: when a' was naked, he was, for all the world, like a forked radish, with a head fantastically carved upon it with a knife.

Die for adultery! No: The wren goes to't, and the small gilded fly does lecher in my sight

Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber.

I love thee, I love thee with a love that shall not die. Till the sun grows cold and the stars grow old.

Refrain to-night; And that shall lend a kind of easiness To the next abstinence, the next more easy; For use almost can change the stamp of nature, And either master the devil or throw him out With wondrous potency.