The Brightness of her cheek would shame those stars as daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven would through the airy region stream so bright that birds would sing, and think it were not night.

I will be correspondent to command, And do my spiriting gently.

Nature, as it grows again toward earth, is fashioned for the journey, dull and heavy.

A college of wit-crackers cannot flout me out of my humor. Dost thou think I care for a satire or an epigram?

For which of my bad parts didst thou first fall in love with me?

When the sea was calm all ships alike showed mastership in floating.

There's not a note of mine that's worth the noting.