She dreams of him that has forgot her love; You dote on her that cares not for your love. 'Tis pity love should be so contrary; And thinking of it makes me cry 'alas!

The lady doth protest too much, methinks.

But she makes hungry Where she most satisfies.

Rebellion in this land shall lose his sway, meeting the check of such another day.

O jest unseen, inscrutable, invisible, As a nose on a man's face, or a weathercock on a steeple.

Shine out fair sun, till I have bought a glass, That I may see my shadow as I pass.

Light, seeking light, doth light of light beguile