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Expect Saint Martin’s summer, halcyon days.
– William Shakespeare
Hung be the heavens with black, yield day to night!
But in these nice sharp quillets of the law, Good faith, I am no wiser than a daw.
Delays have dangerous ends.
I owe him little duty and less love.
Unbidden guests Are often welcomest when they are gone.
She’s beautiful, and therefore to be wooed; She is a woman, therefore to be won.
From off this brier pluck a white rose with me.
Pluck a red rose from off this thorn with me.