A whoreson jackanapes must take me up for swearing; as if I borrowed mine oaths of him and might not spend them at my pleasure. When a gentleman is disposed to swear, it is not for any standers-by to curtail his oaths, ha?

Life is as tedious as twice-told tale, vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.

So sweet was ne'er so fatal. I must weep. But they are creul tears. This sorrow's heavenly; it strikes where it doth love.

Nymph, in thy orisons be all my sins remembered!

Love's stories written in love's richest books. To fan the moonbeams from his sleeping eyes.

Here is a rural fellow that will not be denied your Highness' presence: he brings you figs.

If she lives till doomsday, she'll burn a week longer than the whole world.