Take no repulse, whatever she doth say; For 'get you gone,' she doth not mean 'away.' Flatter and praise, commend, extol their graces; Though ne'er so black, say they have angels' faces
Remembrance of things past.
Men of few words are the best men." (3.2.41)
Many dream not to find, neither deserve, and yet are steeped in favors.
What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?
Light and lust are deadly enemies.