And, if you love me, as I think you do, let's kiss and part, for we have much to do
Venus smiles not in a house of tears.
Till all grace be in one woman, one woman shall not come in my grace.
We will draw the curtain and show you the picture.
Have you not love enough to bear with me, when that rash humor which my mother gave me makes me forgetful.
For to be wise and love exceeds man's might.