Summer's lease hath all too short a date.

I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking: I could well wish courtesy would invent some other custom of entertainment.

By Heaven, my soul is purg'd from grudging hate; And with my hand I seal my true heart's love

Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.

I'll privily away; I love the people, But do not like to stage me to their eyes; Though it do well, I do not relish well Their loud applause and aves vehement, Nor do I think the man of safe discretion That does not affect it.

Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief

Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day And make me travel forth without my cloak, To let base clouds o'ertake me in my way, Hiding they brav'ry in their rotten smoke?