He's a soldier; and for one to say a soldier lies, is stabbing.
Even as one heat another heat expels, or as one nail by strength drives out another, so the remembrance of my former love is by a newer object quite forgotten.
Love adds a precious seeing to the eye.
Every thing that grows / Holds in perfection but a little moment.
A heavy heart bears not a nimble tongue.
Take no repulse, whatever she doth say; For 'get you gone,' she doth not mean 'away.' Flatter and praise, commend, extol their graces; Though ne'er so black, say they have angels' faces