Say, thou art mine; and ever, My love, as it begins, shall so persevere
Do not cast away an honest man for a villain's accusation.
Many can brook the weather that love not the wind.
I do I know not what, and fear to find Mine eye too great a flatterer for my mind. Fate, show thy force. Ourselves we do not owe. What is decreed must be; and be this so.
We go to gain a little patch of ground that hath in it no profit but the name.
Never; he will not: Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety: other women cloy The appetites they feed: but she makes hungry Where most she satisfies.