Upon thy cheek I lay this zealous kiss, as seal to the indenture of my love.

But she makes hungry Where she most satisfies.

Happy thou art not; for what thou hast not, still thou strivest to get; and what thou hast, forgettest.

You will never age for me, nor fade, nor die.

Twas never merry world Since lowly feigning was called compliment.

The dullness of the fool is the whetstone of the wits.

Awake, dear heart, awake. Thou hast slept well. Awake.