He that hath the steerage of my course, Direct my sail.

Here come the lovers, full of joy and mirth.— Joy, gentle friends! joy and fresh days of love Accompany your hearts!

Now 'tis spring, and weeds are shallow-rooted; Suffer them now and they'll o'ergrow the garden.

Love denied blights the soul we owe to God.

Courage mounteth with occasion.

Time, whose millioned accidents creep in betwixt vows, and change decrees of kings, tan sacred beauty, blunt the sharpest intents, divert strong minds to the course of altering things.

The trust I have is in mine innocence, and therefore am I bold and resolute.