I have lov'd her ever since I saw her; and still I see her beautiful
Show me a mistress that is passing fair, what doth her beauty serve but as a note where I may read who pass'd that passing fair?
Better a little chiding than a great deal of heartbreak.
Time does not have the same appeal for every one
Things base and vile, holding no quantity, love can transpose to form and dignity
O, spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou!