O! she doth teach the torches to burn bright It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear; Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear. - Romeo -

'Tis better to be vile than vile esteemed, When not to be, receives reproach of being, And the just pleasure lost, which is so deemed, Not by our feeling, but by others' seeing.

Un-thread the rude eye of rebellion, and welcome home again discarded faith.

Heaven truly knows that thou art false as hell.

Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues.

There's no art to find the mind's construction in the face.

But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end.