Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.
Do thou amend thy face, and I'll amend my life.
Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.
Your date is better in your pie and your porridge than in your cheek.
Ne'er ask me what raiment I'll wear, for I have no more doublets than backs, no more stockings than legs, nor no more shoes than feet--nay, sometime more feet than shoes, or such shoes as my toes look through the overleather.
God's will! my liege, would you and I alone, Without more help, could fight this royal battle!