Love sought is good, but given unsought, is better.
O, train me not, sweet mermaid, with thy note, to drown me in thy sister’s flood of tears.
O Helena, goddess, nymph, perfect, divine! To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne? Crystal is muddy. O, how ripe in show Thy lips, those kissing cherries, tempting grow!
If all the year were playing holidays; To sport would be as tedious as to work.
Men at some time are masters of their fates.
Thou call'st me dog before thou hadst a cause, But since I am a dog, beware my fangs.