Thou art an elm, my husband, I a vine.
And, if you love me, as I think you do, let's kiss and part, for we have much to do
Be not too tame neither, but let your own Discretion be your tutor; suit the action to the word, the word to the action.
I profess not talking: only this, Let each man do his best.
Virtue itself scapes not calumnious strokes.
My love's more richer than my tongue.