Love's gentle spring doth always fresh remain.
If love be blind, it best agrees with night
But wherefore could not I pronounce 'Amen'? I had most need of blessing, and 'Amen' Stuck in my throat.
I would there were no age between sixteen and three-and-twenty, or that youth would sleep out the rest; for there is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, stealing, fighting
'Tis best to weigh the enemy more mighty than he seems.
I am not merry, but I do beguile the thing I am by seeming otherwise.