Thou art an elm, my husband, I a vine.

All difficulties are easy when they are known.

The best is yet to come.

There's nothing in this world can make me joy.

An old black ram is tupping your white ewe

At this hour Lie at my mercy all mine enemies.

And since you know you cannot see yourself, so well as by reflection, I, your glass, will modestly discover to yourself, that of yourself which you yet know not of.