Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king, he would not in mine age have left me naked to mine enemies.
The teeming Autumn big with rich increase, bearing the wanton burden of the prime like widowed wombs after their lords decease.
When great leaves fall, the winter is at hand.
You're in love? Out Out of love? I love someone. She doesn't love me.
Every fair from fair sometime declines
Unnatural deeds do breed unnatural troubles.