In time we hate that which we often fear.

Take all the swift advantage of the hours.

Enjoy'd no sooner but despised straight, Past reason hunted, and no sooner had Past reason hated

If [God] send me no husband, for the which blessing I am at him upon my knees every morning and evening.

Our wills and fates do so contrary run, That our devices still are overthrown; Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own.

Never shame to hear what you have nobly done

I do beseech you- Though I perchance am vicious in my guess , that your wisdom yet From one that so imperfectly conjects Would take no notice, nor build yourself a trouble Out of his scattering and unsure observance.