Winter, which, being full of care, makes summer's welcome thrice more wish'd, more rare.
Get thee a good husband, and use him as he uses thee.
Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises.
This we prescribe, though no physician; Deep malice makes too deep incision; Forget, forgive; conclude and be agreed; Our doctors say this is no month to bleed.
What is light, if Sylvia be not seen? What is joy if Sylvia be not by?
God defend me from that Welsh fairy, Lest he transform me to a piece of cheese!