I have seen better faces in my time Than stands on any shoulder that I see Before me at this instant.
Tis no sin for a man to labor in his vocation.
Sigh no more ladies, sigh no more, men were deceivers ever
To weep is to make less the depth of grief.
A breath thou art, Servile to all the skyey influences.
We that are true lovers run into strange capers; but as all is mortal in nature, so is all nature in love mortal in folly.