In maiden meditation, fancy free.
What is aught but as 'tis valued?
They do not love that do not show their love. The course of true love never did run smooth. Love is a familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love.
What drink'st thou oft, instead of homage sweet, But poisoned flattery?
If it be a sin to covet honor, I am the most offending soul.
Stars hide your fires; let not light see my black and deep desires: The eyes wink at the hand; yet let that be which the eye fears, when it is done, to see