That if you be honest and fair, your honesty should admit no discourse to your beauty.

Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm in erecting a grammar school.

O world, world! thus is the poor agent despised. O traitors and bawds, how earnestly are you set a-work, and how ill requited! Why should our endeavor be so loved, and the performance so loathed?

When daisies pied and violets blue And lady-smocks all silver-white And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue Do paint the meadows with delight, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo; O, word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear.

Truth will come to sight; murder cannot be hid long.

So are you to my thoughts as food to life, or as sweet seasoned showers are to the ground.

Pray you now, forget and forgive.