As chaste as is the bud ere it be blown.
Death-counterfeiting sleep.
Men are April when they woo, December when they wed. Maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives.
Nice customs curtsy to great kings.
How low am I, thou painted maypole?
If you can look into the seeds of time, and say which grain will grow and which will not, speak then unto me.