I would there were no age between sixteen and three-and-twenty, or that youth would sleep out the rest; for there is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, stealing, fighting

Ask me no reason why I love you; for though Love use Reason for his physician, he admits him not for his counsellor.

Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own

Foul whisperings are abroad

By heaven, I do love: and it hath taught me to rhyme, and to be mekancholy.

O call not me to justify the wrong, That thy unkindness lays upon my heart, Wound me not with thine eye but with thy tongue, Use power with power, and slay me not by art.

In a false quarrel there is no true valor.