Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.

My lord, they say five moons were seen to-night-- Four fixed, and the fifth did whirl about The other four in wondrous motion.

Give thy thoughts no tongue.

My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown, and known too late! Prodigious birth of love it is to me, That I must love a loathed enemy.

Love is too young to know what conscience is.

I am a man more sinned against than sinning

Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing.