1 They lose it that do buy it with much care.
2 Then if he lose he makes a swan-like end, Fading in music.
3 I would lose all, ay, sacrifice them all Here to this devil, to deliver you.
4 Repent but you that you shall lose your friend And he repents not that he pays your debt.
5 Double six thousand, and then treble that, Before a friend of this description Shall lose a hair through Bassanio's fault.
6 I pray you tarry, pause a day or two Before you hazard, for in choosing wrong I lose your company; therefore forbear a while.
7 Good sir, this ring was given me by my wife, And when she put it on, she made me vow That I should neither sell, nor give, nor lose it.
8 I give them with this ring, Which when you part from, lose, or give away, Let it presage the ruin of your love, And be my vantage to exclaim on you.
9 Pray thee, take pain To allay with some cold drops of modesty Thy skipping spirit, lest through thy wild behaviour I be misconst'red in the place I go to, And lose my hopes.