My purpose is, indeed, a horse of that color.
If [God] send me no husband, for the which blessing I am at him upon my knees every morning and evening.
That god forbid, that made me first your slave, I should in thought control your times of pleasure, Or at your hand th' account of hours to crave, Being your vassal bound to stay your leisure.
One man in his time plays many parts.
An old black ram is tupping your white ewe
The Hebrew will turn Christian; he grows kind.