Make the upcoming hour overflow with joy, and let pleasure drown the brim.

By innocence I swear, and by my youth, I have one heart, one bosom, and one truth, And that no woman has, nor never none Shall mistress be of it save I alone.

It warms the very sickness in my heart, That I shall live and tell him to his teeth, "Thus diddest thou;"

There should be hours for necessities, not for delights; times to repair our nature with comforting repose, and not for us to waste these times.

Good morrow, 'tis Saint Valentine's Day, All in the morn betime, And I a maid at your window, To be your valentine.

Waste not thy time in windy argument but let the matter drop.

See how she leans her cheek upon her hand. O, that I were a glove upon that hand That I might touch that cheek!