There was never yet fair woman but she made mouths in a glass.

The best is yet to come.

But the strong base and building of my love is as the very centre of the earth, drawing all things to it.

Of chastity, the ornaments are chaste.

so full of shapes is fancy

All dark and comfortless.

Here's flowers for you; Hot lavender, mints, savoury, marjoram; The marigold, that goes to bed wi' the sun And with him rises weeping: these are flowers Of middle summer, and I think they are given To men of middle age.