Men are April when they woo, December when they wed.

I am a man more sinned against than sinning

Lord, Lord, how subject we old men are to this vice of lying!

Thus have I, Wall, my part discharged so; And, being done, thus Wall away doth go.

O, that our fathers would applause our loves, To seal our happiness with hteir consents!

There's rosemary and rue. These keep Seeming and savor all the winter long. Grace and remembrance be to you.

The arms are fair, When the intent of bearing them is just.