Faith goes out through the window when beauty comes in at the door.

Can't I another's face commend, Or to her virtues be a friend, But instantly your forehead louers, As if her merit lessen'd yours?

Faith goes out through the window when beauty comes in at the door.

Beauty has wings, and too hastily flies, and love, unrewarded, soon sickens and dies.

Honesty needs no pains to set itself off.

I am free in performing an action if I could have done otherwise if I had chosen to.

Other men it is said have seen angels, but I have seen thee and thou art enough.