Cupid is a knavish lad, Thus to make poor females mad.

So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

one pain is cured by another. catch some new infection in your eye and the poison of the old one would die.

Hast any philosophy in thee shepherd? .• • • • . . . He that wants money, means and content, is without three good friends; that the property of rain is to wet and fire to burn; that good pasture makes fat sheep, and a great cause of the night is lack of the sun; that he that hath learned no wit by nature nor art may complain of good breeding or comes of a very dull kindred.

What a piece of work is a man

Out of this nettle - danger - we pluck this flower - safety.

Honour travels in a strait so narrow Where one but goes abreast.