Ere I could make thee open thy white hand, and clap thyself my love; then didst thou utter, I am your's for ever!
Is he on his horse? O happy horse, to bear the weight of Antony!
Learning is but an adjunct to ourself, And where we are our learning likewise is.
I would not wish any companion in the world but you.
The lady doth protest too much, methinks.
For thou hast given me in this beauteous face A world of earthly blessings to my soul, If sympathy of love unite our thoughts.