Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly.
I am the Prince of Wales; and think not, Percy, To share with me in glory any more: Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere.
Their lips were four red roses on a stalk.
Have I thought long to see this morning’s face, And doth it give me such a sight as this?
He doth nothing but talk of his horses.
Time and the hour run through the roughest day.