Never, never, never, never, never! Pray you, undo this button.

Even as one heat another heat expels, or as one nail by strength drives out another, so the remembrance of my former love is by a newer object quite forgotten.

Your hearts are mighty, your skins are whole.

Base men being in love have then a nobility in their natures more than is native to them.

And send him many years of sunshine days!

Why should you think that I should woo in scorn? Scorn and derision never come in tears: Look, when I vow, I weep; and vows so born, In their nativity all truth appears. How can these things in me seem scorn to you, Bearing the badge of faith, to prove them true?

This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet