It is silliness to live when to live is torment.

For who so firm that cannot be seduced?

I'll make my heaven in a lady's lap

Fall Greeks; fail fame; honour or go or stay; My major vow lies here, this I'll obey.

Unnatural deeds do breed unnatural troubles.

it is my lady! *sighs* o, it is my love! o, that she knew she were! she speaks, yet she sais nothing. what of that? her eye discourses; i will answer it. i am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks; two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, having some business, do entreat her eyes to twinkle in their spheres till they return.

I'll say she looks as clear as morning roses newly washed with dew.