Stars hide your fires; let not light see my black and deep desires: The eyes wink at the hand; yet let that be which the eye fears, when it is done, to see

Our peace shall stand as firm as rocky mountains.

Base men being in love have then a nobility in their natures more than is native to them.

Sorrow, like a heavy ringing bell, once set on ringing, with its own weight goes; then little strength rings out the doleful knell.

For who so firm that cannot be seduced?

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; And thus the native hue of resolution Is slicked o'er with the pale cast of thought

If it be a sin to covet honor, I am the most offending soul.