Never shame to hear what you have nobly done

Faith, stay here this night; they will surely do us no harm; you saw they speak us fair, give us gold; methinks they are such a gentle nation that, but for the mountain of mad flesh that claims marriage of me, could find in my heart to stay here still and turn witch.

He is deformed, crooked, old and sere, Ill-faced, worse bodied, shapeless everywhere; Vicious, ungentle, foolish, blunt, unkind; Stigmatical in making, worse in mind.

By heaven, I do love: and it hath taught me to rhyme, and to be mekancholy.

Happy thou art not; for what thou hast not, still thou strivest to get; and what thou hast, forgettest.

. . . it is impossible you should take true root but by the fair weather that you make yourself it is needful that you frame the season of your own harvest.

To go to bed after midnight is to go to bed betimes