Tears harden lust, though marble wear with raining.

If thou dost seek to have what thou dost hide, By self-example mayst thou be denied.

But here's the joy: my friend and I are one, Sweet flattery!

If men could be contented to be what they are, there were no fear in marriage.

And it is very much lamented,... That you have no such mirrors as will turn Your hidden worthiness into your eye That you might see your shadow.

My glass shall not persuade me I am old, So long as youth and thou are of one date; But when in thee time's furrows I behold, Then look I death my days should expiate.

O, how full of briers is this working-day world!