Pray you bid These unknown friends to's welcome, for it is A way to make us better friends, more known.
Lord, what fools these mortals be!
Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove.
A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it.
Yonder shines Aurora's harbinger.
What, girl, though grey Do something mingle with our younger brown, yet ha' we A brain that nourishes our nerves, and can Get goal for goal of youth.
Let us, like merchants, show our foulest wares, And think perchance they'll sell; if not, The lustre of the better yet to show Shall show the better.
Never durst poet touch a pen to write Until his ink were tempered with love's sighs. O then his lines would ravish savage ears, And plant in tyrants mild humility.
The purest treasure mortal times afford Is spotless reputation.
O good old man, how well in thee appears The constant service of the antique world, When service sweat for duty, not for meed!