Tis our fast intent To shake all cares and business from our age, Conferring them on younger strengths, while we Unburdened crawl toward death.

Heaven - the treasury of everlasting life.

There was a star danced, and under that was I born.

[Thine] face is not worth sunburning.

Men should be what they seem.

So, you are very welcome to our house. It must appear in other ways than words, Therefore, I scant this breathing courtesy.

As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words.