I have seen better faces in my time Than stands on any shoulder that I see Before me at this instant.

Not all the water in the rough rude sea Can wash the balm from an anointed King.

Me, poor man, my library Was dukedom large enough.

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks within his bending sickle's compass come.

God grant us patience!

When you do dance, I wish you a wave o' the sea, that you might ever do nothing but that.

What is past is prologue.