Let those that play your clowns speak no more than is set down for them.
They that have voice of lions and act of hares,--are they not monsters?
Flower of this purple dye, Hit with Cupid's archery, Sink in apple of his eye.
Experience teacheth that resolution is a sole help in need.
My dear, dear Lord, The purest treasure mortal times afford Is spotless reputation; that away Men are but gilded loan or painted clay... Mine honor is my life; both grow in one; Take honor from me, and my life is done.
I am your wife if you will marry me. If not, I'll die your maid. To be your fellow You may deny me, but I'll be your servant Whether you will or no.