Honesty needs no disguise nor ornament; be plain.
Let us embrace, and from this very moment vow an eternal misery together.
Could my griefs speak, the tale would have no end.
Who's a prince or beggar in the grave?
The worst thing an old man can be is a lover.
Oh woman! lovely woman! nature made thee To temper man; we had been brutes without you; Angels are painted fair to look like you; There's in you all that we believe of heaven, Amazing brightness, purity, and truth, Eternal joy, and everlasting love.