Throw physic to the dogs; I'll none of it.

Let never day nor night unhallowed pass, but still remember what the Lord hath done.

What's to come is still unsure: In delay there lies no plenty; Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty, Youth's a stuff will not endure.

I was born free as Caesar; so were you

Report of fashions in proud Italy Whose manners still our tardy-apish nation Limps after in base imitation

Ere I could make thee open thy white hand, and clap thyself my love; then didst thou utter, I am your's for ever!

I thank God I am not a woman, to be touched in so many giddy offences as He hath generally taxed their whole their whole sex withal.