Free from gross passion or of mirth or anger
Let me embrace thee, sour adversity, for wise men say it is the wisest course.
Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever,- One foot in sea and one on shore, To one thing constant never.
Is she not passing fair?
This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven.
If our virtues did not go forth of us, it were all alike as if we had them not.