Nymph, in thy orisons be all my sins remembered!
What ugly sights of death within mine eyes!
I’ll look to like, if looking liking move; But no more deep will I endart mine eye than your consent gives strength to make it fly.
What's brave, what's noble, let's do it after the Roman fashion.
No legacy is so rich as honesty.
You are a lover. Borrow Cupid's wings and soar with them above a common bound.