But till all graces be in one woman, one woman shall not come in my grace. Rich she shall be, that's certain; wise, or I'll none; virtuous, or I'll never cheapen her; fair, or I'll never look on her; mild, or come not near me; noble, or not I for an angel; of good discourse, and excellent musician and her hair shall be of what colour it shall please God.

Fear no more the heat o' th' sun Nor the furious winters' rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages. Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.

Our jovial star reigned at his birth.

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,Creeps in this petty pace from day to day

People’s good deeds we write in water. The evil deeds are etched in brass.

A very ancient and fish-like smell.

I am a man more sinned against than sinning