I am a man more sinned against than sinning
I love you more than word can wield the matter, Dearer than eye-sight, space and liberty
Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate, Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving.
Methinks sometimes I have no more wit than a Christian.
As you are old and reverend, you should be wise.
Conscience is a blushing, shamefaced spirit than mutinies in a man's bosom; it fills one full of obstacles.