For we, which now behold these present days, Have eyes to wonder, but lack tongues to praise.
Sigh no more ladies, sigh no more, men were deceivers ever
I like this place and could willingly waste my time in it.
My affection hath an unknown bottom, like the Bay of Portugal.
The coward dies a thousand deaths, the valiant, only once!
Beauty is bought by judgement of the eye.