Thou hast nor youth nor age But as it were an after dinner sleep Dreaming of both.

Have patience, and endure

The man that hath no music in himself

I...Kisss the tender inward of thy hand.

Beauty within itself should not be wasted.

For many men that stumble at the threshold are well foretold that danger lurks within.

These violent delights have violent ends And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, Which as they kiss consume. The sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness And in the taste confounds the appetite. Therefore love moderately; long love doth so; Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.