Let me twine Mine arms about that body, where against My grained ash an hundred times hath broke And scarr'd the moon with splinters: here I clip The anvil of my sword, and do contest As hotly and as nobly with thy love As ever in ambitious strength I did Contend against thy valour. Know thou first, I loved the maid I married; never man Sigh'd truer breath; but that I see thee here, Thou noble thing! more dances my rapt heart Than when I first my wedded mistress saw Bestride my threshold.

Love runs away from those chasing her, and those who run away, she throws herself on his neck.

Why, all delights are vain; but that most vain, Which, with pain purchas'd, doth inherit pain.

Let those that play your clowns speak no more than is set down for them.

He that is giddy thinks the world turns round.

Crabbed age and youth cannot live together: Youth is full of pleasance, age is full of care.

Hung be the heavens with black! Yield, day, to night!