Friendship is constant in all other things Save in the office and affairs of love. Therefore all hearts in love use their own tongues. Let every eye negotiate for itself, And trust no agent; for beauty is a witch Against whose charms faith melteth into blood.

O, how full of briers is this working-day world!

All love's pleasure shall not match its woe.

All thy vexations Were but my trials of thy love, and thou Hast strangely stood the test; here, afore heaven, I ratify this my rich gift.

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

Rude am I in my speech, And little blessed with the soft phrase of peace.

He that will have a cake out of the wheat must tarry the grinding.