He that commends me to mine own content Commends me to the thing I cannot get. I to the world am like a drop of water That in the ocean seeks another drop, Who, falling there to find his fellow forth, Unseen, inquisitive, confounds himself: So I, to find a mother and a brother, In quest of them, unhappy, lose myself.

For she had eyes and chose me.

Thou shalt be free As mountain winds: but then exactly do All points of my command.

There is no more mercy in him than there is milk in a male tiger.

He is the half part of a blessed man, Left to be finished by such as she; And she a fair divided excellence, Whose fullness of perfection lies in him.

Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale?

Hasty marriage seldom proveth well.