Every why hath a wherefore.

The very instant I saw you, did My heart fly to your service; there resides To make me slave to it. ...mine unworthiness, that dare not offer What I desire to give, and much less take What I shall die to want.

The sun with one eye vieweth all the world.

She marking them begins a wailing note And sings extemporally a woeful ditty How love makes young men thrall and old men dote How love is wise in folly, foolish-witty Her heavy anthem still concludes in woe, And still the choir of echoes answer so.

This rudeness is a sauce to his good wit, Which gives men stomach to digest his words With better appetite.

Love denied blights the soul we owe to God.

Have more than you show, Speak less than you know.