God has given you one face, and you make yourself another.

We that are true lovers run into strange capers; but as all is mortal in nature, so is all nature in love mortal in folly.

And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.

Give obedience where 'tis truly owed.

Winding up days with toil and nights with sleep.

And yet,to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together nowadays.

Get thee a good husband, and use him as he uses thee.