I will not be sworn but love may transform me to an oyster

Come what sorrow can, It cannot countervail the exchange of joy, That one short minute gives me in her sight

Those that are good manners at the court are as ridiculous in the country, as the behavior of the country is most mockable at the court.

Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me From mine own library with volumes that I prize above my dukedom.

Having nothing, nothing can he lose.

At Christmas, I no more desire a rose.

Thou hast nor youth nor age But as it were an after dinner sleep Dreaming of both.