The fewer men, the greater share of honor.
Have patience, and endure
If thou dost seek to have what thou dost hide, By self-example mayst thou be denied.
Being daily swallowed by men's eyes, They surfeited with honey and began To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof a little More than a little is by much too much. So, when he had occasion to be seen, He was but as the cuckoo is in June. Heard, not regarded.
No stony bulwark can resist the love, and love dares what anyone can love.
Finish, good lady; the bright day is done, And we are for the Dark.