If I for my opinion bleed, opinion shall be surgeon to my hurt, and keep me on the side where still I am.
Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.
Thou knowest, winter tames man, woman, and beast.
My soul is in the sky.
Did he so often lodge in open field, In winter's cold and summer's parching heat, To conquer France, his true inheritance?
Friendship is constant in all other things Save in the office and affairs of love. Therefore all hearts in love use their own tongues. Let every eye negotiate for itself, And trust no agent; for beauty is a witch Against whose charms faith melteth into blood.