Swift as shadow, short as any dream
I would not wish any companion in the world but you.
For though the camomile, the more it is trodden on the faster it grows, yet youth, the more it is wasted, the sooner it wears.
Ask me no reason why I love you; for though Love use Reason for his physician, he admits him not for his counsellor.
Most dangerous is that temptation that doth goad us on to sin in loving virtue.
They that touch pitch will be defiled.