You will never age for me, nor fade, nor die.

Send danger from the east unto the west, so honor cross it from the north to south.

I have heard of your paintings too, well enough; God has given you one face, and you make yourselves another.

Ambition, the soldier's virtue, rather makes choice of loss, than gain which darkens him.

But love is blind and lovers cannot see

The will of man is by his reason sway'd.

Trust not my reading, nor my observations, Which with experimental seal do warrant The tenor of my book.