Now, God be praised, that to believing souls gives light in darkness, comfort in despair.

Love goes toward love.

She dreams of him that has forgot her love; You dote on her that cares not for your love. 'Tis pity love should be so contrary; And thinking of it makes me cry 'alas!

And oft, my jealousy shapes faults that are not.

I go, I go, look how I go, swifter than an arrow from a bow

Being of no power to make his wishes good: His promises fly so beyond his state That what he speaks is all in debt; he owes For every word.

Words to deeds cold breath gives.