The daintiest last, to make the end most sweet.
Ask me no reason why I love you; for though Love use Reason for his physician, he admits him not for his counsellor.
Here is a rural fellow that will not be denied your Highness' presence: he brings you figs.
There is flattery in friendship.
Headstrong liberty is lashed with woe.
Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break.