He was a man, take him for all in all, I shall not look upon his like again.
To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I ey'd, Such seems your beauty still.
Pride went before, ambition follows him.
Beauty within itself should not be wasted.
No stony bulwark can resist the love, and love dares what anyone can love.
Costly thy habit [dress] as thy purse can buy; But not expressed in fancy - rich, not gaudy. For the apparel oft proclaims the man.