I will not deny but that the best apology against false accusers is silence and sufferance, and honest deeds set against dishonest words.

In those vernal seasons of the year when the air is calm and pleasant, it were an injury and sullenness against nature not to go out and see her riches, and partake in her rejoicing with heaven and earth.

Anon out of the earth a fabric huge Rose, like an exhalation.

God is thy law, thou mine: to know no more Is woman's happiest knowledge and her praise. With thee conversing I forget all time.

With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears.

Ah, why should all mankind For one man's fault, be condemned, If guiltless?

Sometime let gorgeous Tragedy In sceptred pall come sweeping by, Presenting Thebes, or Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine.