As chaste as unsunned snow.

Let men say we be men of good government, being governed, as the sea is, by our noble and chaste mistress the moon, under whose countenance we steal.

They are fairies; he that speaks to them shall die. I'll wink and couch; no man their works must eye.

You shall more command with years than with your weapons.

Thou call'st me dog before thou hadst a cause, But since I am a dog, beware my fangs.

O! that a man might know The end of this day's business, ere it come; But it sufficeth that the day will end, And then the end is known.

What showers arise, blown with the windy tempest of my heart