The force of his own merit makes his way-a gift that heaven gives for him.

There's beggary in love that can be reckoned

Even as one heat another heat expels, or as one nail by strength drives out another, so the remembrance of my former love is by a newer object quite forgotten.

The big round tears Cours'd one another down his innocent nose, In piteous chase.

We that are true lovers run into strange capers; but as all is mortal in nature, so is all nature in love mortal in folly.

Thanks, sir; all the rest is mute.

Hast any philosophy in thee shepherd? .• • • • . . . He that wants money, means and content, is without three good friends; that the property of rain is to wet and fire to burn; that good pasture makes fat sheep, and a great cause of the night is lack of the sun; that he that hath learned no wit by nature nor art may complain of good breeding or comes of a very dull kindred.