These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights
That give a name to every fixed star
Have no more profit of their shining nights
Than those that walk and wot not what they are.
Love's Labour's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1.
At Christmas I no more desire a rose
Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled mirth;[54:1]
But like of each thing that in season grows.
Love's Labour's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1.
A man in all the world's new fashion planted,