A peevish self-willed harlotry it is. *She’s a stubborn little brat.*

Have I thought long to see this morning’s face, And doth it give me such a sight as this?

In brief, sir, study what you most affect.

My chastity's the jewel of our house, bequeathed down from many ancestors.

In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. -Sonnet 73

To lapse in fulness Is sorer than to lie for need, and falsehood Is worse in kings than beggars.

Love denied blights the soul we owe to God.