“I'll go find a shadow, and sigh till he come"(Phebe)”

“He will stay till ye come.”

“Shine out fair sun, till I have bought a glass,That I may see my shadow as I pass.”

“I will desist;...But there is something glows upon my cheek,And whispers in mine ear, 'Go not till he speak.”

“And will 'a not come again? And will 'a not come again? No, no, he is dead, Go to thy death bed: He will never come again.”

“If after every tempest come such calms,May the winds blow till they have waken'd death!”

“Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more. Men were deceivers ever, One foot in sea, and one on shore, To one thing constant never. Then sigh not so, but let them go, And be you blithe and bonny, Converting all your sounds of woe Into hey nonny, nonny. Sing no more ditties, sing no more Of dumps so dull and heavy. The fraud of men was ever so Since summer first was leafy. Then sigh not so, but let them go, And be you blithe and bonny, Converting all your sounds of woe Into hey, nonny, nonny.”