Nature teaches beasts to know their friends.
More of your conversation would infect my brain.
Have more than you show, Speak less than you know.
For thou hast given me in this beauteous face A world of earthly blessings to my soul, If sympathy of love unite our thoughts.
Why, there's a wench! Come on, and kiss me, Kate.
He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear His hopes 'bove wisdom, grace and fear: And you all know, security Is mortals' chiefest enemy.