The fashion of the world is to avoid cost, and you encounter it.
O, train me not, sweet mermaid, with thy note, to drown me in thy sister’s flood of tears.
O that men's ears should be To counsel deaf but not to flattery!
Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate, Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving.
I have touched the highest point of all my greatness.
Fore God, you have here a goodly dwelling and a rich.