The let-alone lies not in your good will.

He that is thy friend indeed, He will help thee in thy need: If thou sorrow, he will weep; If thou wake, he cannot sleep: Thus of every grief in heart He with thee does bear a part. These are certain signs to know Faithful friend from flattering foe.

Nothing 'gainst Times scythe can make defence.

Never, never, never, never, never! Pray you, undo this button.

And sleep, that sometime shuts up sorrow's eye, Steal me awhile from mine own company.

For 'tis the sport to have the engineer Hoist with his own petar; and't shall go hard But I will delve one yard below their mines And blow them at the moon.

Costly thy habit [dress] as thy purse can buy; But not expressed in fancy - rich, not gaudy. For the apparel oft proclaims the man.