Virtue and genuine graces in themselves speak what no words can utter.
Come, swear it, damn thyself, lest, being like one of heaven, the devils themselves should fear to seize thee; therefore be double-damned, swear,--thou art honest.
I know no ways to mince it in love, but directly to say - I love you
Now I am past all comforts here, but prayer.
I was not born under a rhyming planet, nor I cannot woo to in festival terms.
Use every man after his desert, and who should scape whipping?