Graze on my lips; and if those hills be dry, stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie.
Beauty itself doth of itself persuade the eyes of men without an orator.
Shine out fair sun, till I have bought a glass, That I may see my shadow as I pass.
O excellent! I love long life better than figs.
Which means she to deceive, father or mother?
Many that are not mad have, sure, more lack of reason.