Thy words, I grant are bigger, for I wear not, my dagger in my mouth.

Oh, flatter me; for love delights in praises.

It is not night when I do see your face, Therefore I think I am not in the night; Nor doth this wood lack worlds of company, For you in my respect are all the world: Then how can it be said I am alone, When all the world is here to look on me?

Set your heart at rest. The fairyland buys not the child of me.

He is well paid that is well satisfied.

There's neither honesty, manhood, nor good fellowship in thee.

Thou knowest, winter tames man, woman, and beast.