My Mistress' Eyes Are Nothing Like The

Sweet Are The Uses Of Adversity

Here's Flowers For You; Hot Lavender, Mints, Savoury, Marjoram; The Marigold, That Goes To Bed Wi' The Sun And With Him Rises Weeping: These Are Flowers Of Middle Summer, And I Think They Are Given To Men Of Middle Age.

Thou And I Are Too Wise To Woo Peaceably.

Age, I Do Abhor Thee, Youth, I Do Adore Thee.

To Beguile The Time, Look Like The Time. Bear Welcome In Your Eye, Your Hand, Your Tongue.