Let me confess that we two must be twain, although our undivided loves are one.
What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts.
Man and wife, being two, are one in love.
You great benefactors, sprinkle our society with thankfulness. For your own gifts, make yourselves praised.
If wishes would prevail with me, my purpose should not fail with me.
He was met even now As mad as the vex'd sea; singing aloud; Crown'd with rank fumiter and furrow-weeds, With bur-docks, hemlock, nettles, cuckoo-flowers, Darnel, and all the idle weeds that grow In our sustaining corn.