Look, what a horse should have he did not lack, Save a proud rider on his back.

Glory grows guilty of detested crimes.

Love sees with the heart and not with mind.

She is a woman, therefore to be won.

Beauty within itself should not be wasted.

Tis in my memory lock'd, And you yourself shall keep the key of it.

Truly, I would not hang a dog by my will, much more a man who hath any honesty in him.