The moon shines bright. In such a night as this. When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees and they did make no noise, in such a night...
When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.
The raging rocks And shivering shocks Shall break the locks Of prison gates: And Phibbus' car Shall shine from far, And make and mar The foolish Fates.
You shall find there a man who is the abstract of all faults that all men follow.
It hurts not the tongue to give fair words.
Plain and not honest is too harsh a style.