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

So we grew together like to a double cherry, seeming parted, but yet an union in partition, two lovely berries molded on one stem.

There's villainous news abroad.

I am a great eater of beef, and I believe that does harm to my wit.

And to the English court assemble now, From every region, apes of idleness!

Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.

Thus have I, Wall, my part discharged so; And, being done, thus Wall away doth go.