Then happy I that love and am beloved, where I may not remove nor be removed.
Falsehood falsehood cures
Sweet love! Sweet lines! Sweet life! Here is her hand, the agent of her heart; Here is her oath for love, her honour's pawn
I thank God I am not a woman, to be touched in so many giddy offences as He hath generally taxed their whole their whole sex withal.
The last taste of sweets is sweetest last.
If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumber'd here While these visions did appear.