Sweets to the sweet.

. . from this moment The very firstlings of my heart shall be The firstlings of my hand. And even now, To crown my thoughts with acts, be it thought and done.

Summer's lease hath all too short a date.

Things base and vile, holding no quantity, love can transpose to form and dignity

The Brightness of her cheek would shame those stars as daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven would through the airy region stream so bright that birds would sing, and think it were not night.

Truly, I would not hang a dog by my will, much more a man who hath any honesty in him.

New customs, Though they be never so ridiculous (Nay, let em be unmanly), yet are followed.