There's some ill planet reigns: I must be patient till the heavens look With an aspect more favourable.

Sweetest nut hath sourest rind.

'Tis one thing to be tempted, another thing to fall.

Beauty itself doth of itself persuade the eyes of men without an orator.

I can give the loser leave to chide.

Thou frothy tickle-brained hedge-pig!

The chameleon Love can feed on the air