If there be no great love in the beginning, yet heaven may decrease it upon better acquaintance, when we are married and have more occasion to know one another: I hope, upon familiarity will grow more contempt.
Flower of this purple dye, Hit with Cupid's archery, Sink in apple of his eye.
O, had I but followed the arts!
Men shut their doors against a setting sun.
For honesty coupled to beauty, is to have honey a sauce to sugar.
Teach me, dear creature, how to think and speak; Lay open to my earthy-gross conceit, Smother'd in errors, feeble, shallow, weak, The folded meaning of your words' deceit.