O! that a man might know The end of this day's business, ere it come; But it sufficeth that the day will end, And then the end is known.
Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say.
To mingle friendship far is mingling bloods.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
Do you not know I am a woman? when I think, I must speak.
You Jig, you amble, and you lisp.