Lovers can do their amorous rites by their own beauties
Nature, as it grows again toward earth, is fashioned for the journey, dull and heavy.
To show our simple skill, That is the true beginning of our end.
Art thou afeard To be the same in thine own act and valour As thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have that Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life, And live a coward in thine own esteem, Letting 'I dare not' wait upon 'I would,' Like the poor cat i' the adage?
Nature does require her times of preservation.
To saucy doubts and fears.