Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim, When King Cophetua loved the beggar-maid!
We know what we are, but know not what we may be.
I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking: I could well wish courtesy would invent some other custom of entertainment.
Good name in man and woman is the immediate jewel of their souls.
Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.
Though it make the unskillful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve.