So are you to my thoughts as food to life, or as sweet seasoned showers are to the ground.
Have more than you show, Speak less than you know.
That man that hath a tongue, I say is no man, if with his tongue he cannot win a woman.
Many dream not to find, neither deserve, and yet are steeped in favors.
I cannot speak your england.
Thou ever young, fresh, lov'd, and delicate wooer, whose blush doth thaw the consecrated snow