If thou dost love, proclaim it faithfully.
Nature, as it grows again toward earth, is fashioned for the journey, dull and heavy.
Nymph, in thy orisons be all my sins remembered!
Conceal me what I am, and be my aid for such disguise as haply shall become the form of my intent.
I love thee; none but thee, and thou deservest it
There are occasions and causes, why and wherefore in all things.