A heaven on earth I have won by wooing thee.

But here's the joy: my friend and I are one, Sweet flattery!

Weed your better judgments of all opinion that grows rank in them.

Show me a mistress that is passing fair, what doth her beauty serve but as a note where I may read who pass'd that passing fair?

Who could refrain that had a heart to love and in that heart courage to make love known?

What to ourselves in passion we propose, The passion ending, doth the purpose lose.

Foul whisperings are abroad