Master, go on, and I will follow thee To the last gasp with truth and loyalty.
A rarer spirit never Did steer humanity; but you gods will give us Some faults to make us men.
O, had I but followed the arts!
Of chastity, the ornaments are chaste.
Constant you are, But yet a woman; and for secrecy, No lady closer; for I well believe Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know.
The rain, it raineth every day.