A flock of blessings light upon thy back
To some kind of men their graces serve them but as enemies.
Say, thou art mine; and ever, My love, as it begins, shall so persevere
The whirligig of time brings in his revenges.
Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.
Friendship is constant in all other things Save in the office and affairs of love. Therefore all hearts in love use their own tongues. Let every eye negotiate for itself, And trust no agent; for beauty is a witch Against whose charms faith melteth into blood.