Who is Silvia What is she, That all our swains commend her Holy, fair, and wise is she.

Tis beauty that doth oft make women proud; but, God He knows, thy share thereof is small.

Let me confess that we two must be twain, although our undivided loves are one.

Adieu! I have too grieved a heart to take a tedious leave.

It is meant that noble minds keep ever with their likes; for who so firm that cannot be seduced.

Reputation, reputation, reputation! O, I ha' lost my reputation, I ha' lost the immortal part of myself, and what remains is bestial!

So distribution should undo excess, and each man have enough.