Those that are good manners at the court are as ridiculous in the country, as the behavior of the country is most mockable at the court.

No reckoning made, but sent to my account with all my imperfections on my head.

When workmen strive to do better than well, they do confound their skill in covetousness.

Give thanks for what you are today and go on fighting for what you gone be tomorrow

I understand thy kisses, and thou mine, And that's a feeling disputation.

Ay me! for aught that ever I could read, could ever hear by tale or history, the course of true love never did run smooth.

That god forbid, that made me first your slave, I should in thought control your times of pleasure, Or at your hand th' account of hours to crave, Being your vassal bound to stay your leisure.