Have I thought long to see this morning’s face, And doth it give me such a sight as this?

This is the third time; I hope good luck lies in odd numbers. Away; go. They say there is divinity in odd numbers, either in nativity, chance, or death.

Have you not love enough to bear with me, when that rash humor which my mother gave me makes me forgetful.

A ministering angel shall my sister be.

These are the forgeries of jealousy; And never, since the middle summer's spring, Met we on hill, in dale, forest, or mead, By paved fountain or by rushy brook, Or in the beached margent of the sea, To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind, But with thy brawls thou hast disturbed our sport.

Heaven is above all yet; there sits a judge, That no king can corrupt.

Neither a borrower nor a lender be, for loan oft loses both itself and friend, and borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.