We waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day.
My love is thine to teach; teach it but how, And thou shalt see how apt it is to learn. Any hard lesson that may do thee good.
Ring the alarum-bell! Blow, wind! come, wrack! At least we'll die with harness on our back.
I can express no kinder sign of love, than this kind kiss.
And oftentimes excusing of a fault doth make the fault the worse by the excuse.
Thou and I are too wise to woo peaceably.