To be merry best becomes you; for, out of question, you were born in a merry hour.

Wisdom and goodness to the vile seem vile; Filths savour but themselves.

The king's name is a tower of strength.

I am bewitched with the rogue's company. If the rascal have not given me medicines to make me love him, I'll be hanged.

Is it thy will, thy image should keep open My heavy eyelids to the weary night? Dost thou desire my slumbers should be broken, While shadows like to thee do mock my sight? Is it thy spirit that thou send'st from thee So far from home into my deeds to pry, To find out shames and idle hours in me, The scope and tenor of thy jealousy? O, no! thy love, though much, is not so great: It is my love that keeps mine eye awake: Mine own true love that doth my rest defeat, To play the watchman ever for thy sake: For thee watch I, whilst thou dost wake elsewhere, From me far off, with others all too near.

Who is Silvia What is she, That all our swains commend her Holy, fair, and wise is she.

To be generous, guiltless, and of a free disposition is to take those things for bird-bolts that you deem cannon-bullets.