If thou dost love, proclaim it faithfully.

My love is thine to teach; teach it but how, And thou shalt see how apt it is to learn. Any hard lesson that may do thee good.

And by that destiny to perform an act Whereof what's past is prologue, what to come In yours and my discharge.

Time travels in divers paces with divers persons. I'll tell you who Time ambles withal, who Time trots withal, who Time gallops withal, and who he stands still withal.

I am sir Oracle, and when I ope my lips, let no dog bark.

As a decrepit father takes delight To see his active child do deeds of youth, So I, made lame by fortune's dearest spite, Take all my comfort of thy worth and truth.

I will be brief. Your noble son is mad.