A great perturbation in nature, to receive at once the benefit of sleep and do the effects of watching!

Love sought is good, but given unsought, is better.

Being your slave what should I do but tend, Upon the hours, and times of your desire? I have no precious time at all to spend; Nor services to do till you require.

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.

The moon shines bright. In such a night as this. When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees and they did make no noise, in such a night.

Love is . . . a madness most discreet

His heart as far from fraud as heaven from earth.