My father's wit, and my mother's tongue, assist me!
So quick bright things come to confusion.
O time, thou must untangle this, not I. It is too hard a knot for me t'untie.
I desire you in friendship, and I will one way or other make you amends.
To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I ey'd, Such seems your beauty still.
There are occasions and causes, why and wherefore in all things.