Of Chastity, The Ornaments Are Chaste.

A Woman Would Run Through Fire And Water For Such A Kind Heart.

To Be In Love, Where Scorn Is Bought With Groans; Coy Looks, With Heart-sore Sighs; One Fading Moment's Mirth

I Am Misanthropos, And Hate Mankind, For Thy Part, I Do Wish Thou Wert A Dog, That I Might Love Thee Something.

There Is No Slander In An Allowed Fool, Though He Do Nothing But Rail.

What, Gone Without A Word? Ay, So True Love Should Do; It Cannot Speak, For Truth Hath Better Deeds Than Words To Grace It.