If I were a woman I would kiss as many of you as had beards that pleased me, complexions that liked me and breaths that I defied not

Life every man holds dear; but the dear man holds honor far more precious dear than life.

So musical a discord, such sweet thunder.

I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes like stars start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end Like quills upon the fretful porpentine. But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood. List, list, O list!

Go wisely and slowly. Those who rush stumble and fall.

Lawn as white as driven snow; Cyprus black as e'er was crow; Gloves as sweet as damask roses.

Be wary then; best safety lies in fear.