My Love Is As A Fever, Longing

My Love's More Richer Than My Tongue.

To Beguile The Time, Look Like The Time.

Uneasy Lies The Head That Wears A Crown.

Take No Repulse, Whatever She Doth Say; For 'get You Gone,' She Doth Not Mean 'away.' Flatter And Praise, Commend, Extol Their Graces; Though Ne'er So Black, Say They Have Angels' Faces

Look On Beauty, And You Shall See 'tis Purchased By The Weight.