Beauty is bought by judgement of the eye.

Why should you think that I should woo in scorn? Scorn and derision never come in tears: Look, when I vow, I weep; and vows so born, In their nativity all truth appears. How can these things in me seem scorn to you, Bearing the badge of faith, to prove them true?

Women are not In their best fortunes strong, but want will perjure the ne'er-touched vestal.

You great benefactors, sprinkle our society with thankfulness. For your own gifts, make yourselves praised.

For here, I hope, begins our lasting joy.

[Thine] face is not worth sunburning.

How much salt water thrown away in waste/ To season love, that of it doth not taste.