O, how I faint when I of you do write, Knowing a better spirit doth use your name, And in the praise thereof spends all his might To make me tongue-tied speaking of your fame.

The attempt and not the deed confounds us.

Is she not passing fair?

A man may see how this world goes with no eyes. Look with thine ears: see how yond justice rails upon yon simple thief. Hark, in thine ear: change places; and, handy-dandy, which is the justice, which is the thief?

Have more than thou showest, Speak less than thou knowest, Lend less than thou owest.

Dumb jewels often, in their silent kind, more than quick words, do move a woman's mind.

My love is as a fever, longing still.