What's his offense? Groping for trout in a peculiar river.
My love is strengthen'd, though more weak in seeming; I love not less, though less the show appear: That love is merchandised whose rich esteeming The owner's tongue doth publish every where.
Many that are not mad have, sure, more lack of reason.
In delay there lies no plenty.
And she's fair I love.
What my tongue dares not that my heart shall say