Fair, kind, and true, have often lived alone.

Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun; it shines everywhere.

Light boats sail swift, though greater hulks draw deep.

Therefore another prologue must tell he is not a lion

A woman would run through fire and water for such a kind heart.

Lawn as white as driven snow; Cyprus black as e'er was crow; Gloves as sweet as damask roses.

Do as the heavens have done, forget your evil; With them forgive yourself.