Is this a vision? Is this a dream? Do I sleep?
Men must learn now with pity to dispense; For policy sits above conscience.
She's beautiful, and therefore to be wooed; She is a woman, therefore to be won.
Sweet recreation barred, what doth ensue but moody and dull melancholy, kinsman to grim and comfortless despair.
Keep up your bright swords, for the dew will rust them.
Let me confess that we two must be twain, although our undivided loves are one.