I Am Asham'd That Women Are So

Every Offense Is Not A Hate At First.

A Stirring Dwarf We Do Allowance Give Before A Sleeping Giant.

But Clay And Clay Differs In Dignity, Whose Dust Is Both Alike.

The Will Of Man Is By His Reason Sway'd.

Love Is A Smoke Rais'd With The Fume Of Sighs; Being Purg'd, A Fire Sparkling In Lovers' Eyes; Being Vex'd, A Sea Nourish'd With Lovers' Tears; What Is It Else? A Madness Most Discreet, A Choking Gall, And A Preserving Sweet.