'By heaven, that thou art fair, is most infallible true, that thou art beauteous truth itself, that thou art lovely. More fairer than fair, beautiful than beauteous, truer than truth itself, have commiseration on thy heroical vassal.
For my own part, I shall be glad to learn of noble men.
On Rumor's tongue continual slanders ride.
What a terrible era in which idiots govern the blind.
Nature teaches beasts to know their friends.
Do not, as some ungracious pastors do, Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven; Whilst, like a puff'd and reckless libertine, Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads And recks not his own read.