Men are April when they woo, December when they wed. Maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives.
Short summers lightly have a forward spring.
Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin, as self-neglecting.
Shine out fair sun, till I have bought a glass, That I may see my shadow as I pass.
Some smack of age in you, some relish of the saltness of time.
Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold.