Man and wife, being two, are one in love.
Beauty itself doth of itself persuade the eyes of men without an orator.
For which of my bad parts didst thou first fall in love with me?
My glass shall not persuade me I am old, So long as youth and thou are of one date; But when in thee time's furrows I behold, Then look I death my days should expiate.
Nice customs curtsy to great kings.
So our virtues lie in the interpretation of the time