Too much to know is to know naught but fame.
My heart suspects more than mine eye can see.
Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.
By God, I cannot flatter, I do defy The tongues of soothers! but a braver place In my heart's love hath no man than yourself. Nay, task me to my word; approve me, lord.
Good reasons must of force give place to better.
Conceit in weakest bodies works the strongest.