Love Does Not See With The Eyes,

Are There No Stones In Heaven But What Serves For Thunder?

I Profess Not Talking: Only This, Let Each Man Do His Best.

Nothing 'gainst Times Scythe Can Make Defence.

My Love Is Thine To Teach; Teach It But How, And Thou Shalt See How Apt It Is To Learn. Any Hard Lesson That May Do Thee Good.

That God Forbid, That Made Me First Your Slave, I Should In Thought Control Your Times Of Pleasure, Or At Your Hand Th' Account Of Hours To Crave, Being Your Vassal Bound To Stay Your Leisure.