Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell. Though all things foul would wear the brows of grace, Yet Grace must still look so.

That which is now a horse, even with a thought The rack dislimms, and makes it indistinct As water is in water

As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, / I must not look to have; but, in their stead, / Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, / Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not" (5.3.25-28).

So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

And keep you in the rear of your affection, Out of the shot and danger of desire, The chariest maid is prodigal enough If she unmasks her beauty to the moon.

Wishers were ever fools.

I had rather be a kitten and cry mew Than one of these same metre ballet-mongers.