He that hath a beard is more than a youth, and he that hath no beard is less than a man. He that is more than a youth is not for me, and he that is less than a man, I am not for him.

For so work the honey bees, creatures that by a rule in nature teach the act of order to a peopled kingdom.

He's all my exercise, my mirth, my matter.

Britain is A world by itself, and we will nothing pay For wearing our own noses.

Every offense is not a hate at first.

And in some perfumes there is more delight than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know that music hath a far more pleasing sound.

When griping grief the heart doth wound, and doleful dumps the mind opresses, then music, with her silver sound, with speedy help doth lend redress.