To think but nobly of my grandmother: Good wombs have borne bad sons.

Time does not have the same appeal for every one

Those that are good manners at the court are as ridiculous in the country, as the behavior of the country is most mockable at the court.

But she makes hungry Where she most satisfies.

He that commends me to mine own content Commends me to the thing I cannot get. I to the world am like a drop of water That in the ocean seeks another drop, Who, falling there to find his fellow forth, Unseen, inquisitive, confounds himself: So I, to find a mother and a brother, In quest of them, unhappy, lose myself.

Under the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me And tune his merry note, Unto the sweet bird's throat; Come hither, come hither, come hither. Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather.

I charge thee, hence, and do not haunt me thus.