Winter, which, being full of care, makes summer's welcome thrice more wish'd, more rare.

Let never day nor night unhallowed pass, but still remember what the Lord hath done.

Being holiday, the beggar's shop is shut.

O thou that dost inhabit in my breast, leave not the mansion so long tenantless; lest, growing ruinous, the building fall and leave no memory of what it was!

A lover goes toward his beloved as enthusiastically as a schoolboy leaving his books, but when he leaves his girlfriend, he feels as miserable as the schoolboy on his way to school. (Act 2, scene 2)

Virtuous and fair, royal and gracious.

She marking them begins a wailing note And sings extemporally a woeful ditty How love makes young men thrall and old men dote How love is wise in folly, foolish-witty Her heavy anthem still concludes in woe, And still the choir of echoes answer so.