I will be free, even to the uttermost, as I please, in words.
Put money in thy purse.
I can hardly forbear hurling things at him.
Tis our fast intent To shake all cares and business from our age, Conferring them on younger strengths, while we Unburdened crawl toward death.
God bless thee; and put meekness in thy breast, Love, charity, obedience, and true duty!
Good morrow, 'tis Saint Valentine's Day, All in the morn betime, And I a maid at your window, To be your valentine.