There's beggary in love that can be reckoned

Young men's love then lies not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes.

Although the last, not least.

When love begins to sicken and decay it uses an enforced ceremony.

This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet

Heaven truly knows that thou art false as hell.

I'll drown more sailors than the mermaid shall; I'll slay more gazers than the basalisks; I'll play the orator as well as Nestor, Decieve more slily that Ulysses could, And like a Sinon, take another Troy. I can add colors to the chameleon, Change shapes with Proteus for advantages And set the murderous Machiavel to school. Can I do this, and cannot get a crown? Tut! were it further off, I'll pluck it down.