Her passions are made of nothing but the finest part of pure love
How many fond fools serve mad jealousy!
We, ignorant of ourselves, Beg often our own harms, which the wise powers Deny us for our good; so find we profit By losing of our prayers.
Who wooed in haste, and means to wed at leisure.
'Tis better to bear the ills we have than fly to others that we know not of.
And his unkindness may defeat my life, But never taint my love.