Good morning to you, fair and gracious daughter.
Vanity keeps persons in favor with themselves who are out of favor with all others.
Though age from folly could not give me freedom, It does from childishness.
Your praises will become your wages.
The pleasing punishment that women bear.
Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could say how much. Lady, as you are mine, I am yours: I give away myself for you and dote upon the exchange.