I have neither the scholar's melancholy, which is emulation; nor the musician's, which is fantastical; nor the courtier's, which is proud; not the soldier's which is ambitious; nor the lawyer's, which is politic; nor the lady's, which is nice; nor the lover's, which is all these: but it is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and indeed the sundry contemplation of my travels, which, by often rumination, wraps me in a most humorous sadness.

Let's go hand in hand, not one before another.

For they are yet ear-kissing arguments.

The eye sees all, but the mind shows us what we want to see.

The love of heaven makes one heavenly.

No doubt they rose up early to observe the rite of May; and, hearing our intent, Came here in grace of our solemnity.

A true repentance shuns the evil itself, more than the external suffering or the shame.