Now, infidel, I have you on the hip!

Friendship is constant in all other things Save in the office and affairs of love. Therefore all hearts in love use their own tongues. Let every eye negotiate for itself, And trust no agent; for beauty is a witch Against whose charms faith melteth into blood.

If thou art rich, thou art poor; for, like an ass, whose back with ingots bows, thou bearest thy heavy riches but a journey, and death unloads thee.

A nun of winter's sisterhood kisses not more religiously; the very ice of chastity is in them.

The old folk, time's doting chronicles.

There's no trust, No faith, no honesty in men; all perjured, All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers.

In springtime, the only pretty ring time Birds sing, hey ding A-ding, a-ding Sweet lovers love the spring—