I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow, than a man swear he loves me.
By heaven, I do love: and it hath taught me to rhyme, and to be mekancholy.
Eternity was in our lips and eyes.
Experience is by industry achieved, And perfected by the swift course of time.
O all you host of heaven! O earth! What else? And shall I couple Hell?
Let men say we be men of good government, being governed, as the sea is, by our noble and chaste mistress the moon, under whose countenance we steal.