One sin another doth provoke.

Free from gross passion or of mirth of anger constant spirit, not swerving with the blood, garnish'd and deck'd in modest compliment, not working with the eye without the ear, and but in purged judgement trusting neither? Such and so finely bolted didst thou seem.

When I have plucked the rose, I cannot give it vital growth again, It needs must wither. I'll smell it on the tree.

Oh, thou did'st then ne'er love so heartily. If thou rememb'rest not the slightest folly That ever love did make thee run inot, Thou has not loved. Of if thou has't not sat as I do now, Wearying they hearer in thy mistress's praise, Thou has not loved. Of if thou hast not broke from company Abruptly, as my passion now makes me, Thou has not loved. (Silvius)

As chaste as is the bud ere it be blown.

There are occasions and causes, why and wherefore in all things.

I have pursued her, as love hath pursued me