it is my lady! *sighs* o, it is my love! o, that she knew she were! she speaks, yet she sais nothing. what of that? her eye discourses; i will answer it. i am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks; two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, having some business, do entreat her eyes to twinkle in their spheres till they return.

I would fain die a dry death.

The wildest hath not such a heart as you. Run when you will, the story shall be changed: Apollo flies, and Daphne holds the chase; The dove pursues the griffin; the mild hind Makes speed to catch the tiger; bootless speed, When cowardice pursues and valour flies.

Men at sometime are the masters of their fate.

So we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh at gilded butterflies.

They do not love that do not show their love.

For I can raise no money by vile means. By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas