I am joined with no foot land-rakers, no long-staff, sixpenny strikers, none of these mad, mustachio purple-hued maltworms, but with nobility and tranquillity.

For where is any author in the world Teaches such beauty as a woman's eye?

Death lies on her like an untimely frost.

They are but beggars that can count their worth.

A woman is a dish for the gods, if the devil dress her not.

Of chastity, the ornaments are chaste.

A great cause of the night is lack of the sun.