Sleep, that sometimes shuts up sorrow's eye.

Lovers ever run before the clock

A light heart lives long.

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.

How much more doth beauty beauteous seem by that sweet ornament which truth doth give!

There is none of my uncle's marks upon you; he taught me how to know a man in love; in which cage of rushes I am sure you are not prisoner.

Be like you thought our love would last too long, if it were chain'd together