“Were all the letters sun, I could not see one.”

“I think the sun where he were born drew all such humours from him.”

“I would we were all of one mind, and one mind good.”

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

“O that I were a mockery king of snowStanding before the sun of BolingbrokeTo melt myself away in water drops!”

“Unless hours were cups of sack, and minutes capons, and clocks the tongues of bawds, and dials the signs of leaping-houses, and the blessed sun himself a fair hot wench in flame-colored taffeta, I see no reason why thou shouldst be so superfluous to demand the time of the day.”

“Had I no eyes but ears, my ears would love. That inward beauty and invisible;Or were I deaf, thy outward parts would move each part in me that were but sensible: Though neither eyes nor ears, to hear nor see, yet should I be in love by touching thee.'Say, that the sense of feeling were bereft me, and that I could not see, nor hear, nor touch, and nothing but the very smell were left me, yet would my love to thee be still as much; for from the stillitory of thy face excelling comes breath perfum'd that breedeth love by smelling.”