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.

The very instant I saw you, did My heart fly to your service; there resides To make me slave to it. ...mine unworthiness, that dare not offer What I desire to give, and much less take What I shall die to want.

Some innocents 'scape not the thunderbolt.

A harmless necessary cat.

Death is a fearful thing.

Thou hast nor youth nor age But as it were an after dinner sleep Dreaming of both.

Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn.