Show a fair presence and put off these frowns, an ill-beseeming semblance for a feast.
This trick may chance to scathe you.
O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright.
Now old desire doth in his deathbed lie and young affection gapes to be his heir.
From earth's womb children of divers kind we sucking on her natural bosom find. Many for many virtues excellent, none but for some, and yet all different.
It argues a distempered head so soon to bid good morrow to thy bed.
Sweeten with thy breath this neighbour air, and let rich music's tongue unfold.
That gallant spirit hath aspired the clouds which too untimely here did scorn the earth.
Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds, towards Phoebus lodging.
Affliction is enamoured of thy parts and thou art wedded to calamity.
What sorrow craves acquaintance at my hand that I yet know not?
Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops.
I do not use to jest.
Twixt my extremes and me this bloody knife shall play the umpire.
I have need of many orisons to move the heavens to smile upon my state.
Let me have such soon-speeding gear as will disperse itself through all the veins, that the life-weary taker may fall dead, and that the trunk may be discharged of breath as violently as hasty powder fired doth hurry from the fatal cannon's womb.
I have no joy of this contract tonight: it is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden, too like the lightning, which doth cease to be ere one can say 'It lightens'.
Here will I set up my everlasting rest and shake the yoke of inauspicious stars from this world-wearied flesh.
A greater power than we can contradict hath thwarted our intents.
What unaccustomed cause procures her hither?
In strong proof of chastity well armed from love's weak childish bow she lives uncharmed. She will not stay the siege of loving terms nor bide th'encounter of assailing eyes nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold.
Be plain, good son, and homely in thy drift; riddling confession finds but riddling shrift.