Fairies use flowers for their charactery.

I pardon him, as God shall pardon me.

The man that hath no music in himself

And keep you in the rear of your affection, Out of the shot and danger of desire, The chariest maid is prodigal enough If she unmasks her beauty to the moon.

Care I for the limb, the thews, the stature, bulk, and big assemblance of a man! Give me the spirit.

Therefore was I created with a stubborn outside, with an aspect of iron, that when I come to woo ladies, I fright them. But, in faith, Kate, the elder I wax, the better I shall appear. My comfort is that old age, that ill layer-up of beauty, can do no more spoil upon my face. Thou hast me, if thou hast me, at the worst, and thou shalt wear me, if thou wear me, better and better.

Women's weapons, water-drops.