What fates impose, that men must needs abide; it boots not to resist both wind and tide.

Sweet flowers are slow and weeds make haste.

Do thou amend thy face, and I'll amend my life.

And his unkindness may defeat my life, But never taint my love.

Awake, dear heart, awake. Thou hast slept well. Awake.

A maiden hath no tongue--but thought.

What? do I love her, that I desire to hear her speak again, and feast upon her eyes