Lay not that flattering unction to your soul, That not your trespass but my madness speaks.
Being your slave what should I do but tend, Upon the hours, and times of your desire? I have no precious time at all to spend; Nor services to do till you require.
Thoughts are but dreams till their effects are tried.
Love yourself; and in that love not unconsidered leave your honor.
Tears harden lust, though marble wear with raining.
He that is truly dedicated to war hath no self-love