Tear-falling pity dwells not in this eye.
Strong reasons make strong actions.
Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief
No stony bulwark can resist the love, and love dares what anyone can love.
All that glitters is not gold.
What? do I love her, that I desire to hear her speak again, and feast upon her eyes