Women may fail when there is no strength in man
Words, words, mere words, no matter from the heart.
We all are men, in our own natures frail, and capable of our flesh; few are angels.
He hath borne himself beyond the promise of his age, doing, in the figure of a lamb, the feats of a lion.
What's his offense? Groping for trout in a peculiar river.
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun