Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still, Should without eyes see pathways to his will!

Yea from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records.

But the strong base and building of my love is as the very centre of the earth, drawing all things to it.

Well, I'll repent, and that suddenly, while I am in some liking; I shall be out of heart shortly, and then I shall have no strength to repent.

Thou hast nor youth nor age But as it were an after dinner sleep Dreaming of both.

O, when she's angry, she is keen and shrewd! She was a vixen when she went to school; And though she be but little, she is fierce.

What a pretty thing man is when he goes in his doublet and hose and leaves off his wit!