Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze. I will not budge for no man's pleasure.
Most dangerous is that temptation that doth goad us on to sin in loving virtue.
There are no tricks in plain and simple faith.
Passion makes the will lord of the reason.
My only love sprung from my only hate.
Why, I can smile and murder whiles I smile, And cry 'content' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face for all occasions