Fondling,' she saith, 'since I have hemm'd thee here Within the circuit of this ivory pale, I'll be a park, and thou shalt be my deer; Feed where thou wilt, on mountain or in dale: Graze on my lips, and if those hills be dry, Stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie.

The arms are fair, When the intent of bearing them is just.

He that loves to be flattered is worthy o' the flatterer.

Dissembling harlot, thou art false in all!

If your mind dislike anything obey it

Beauty is bought by judgement of the eye.

Remembrance of things past.