His worst fault is, he's given to prayer; he is something peevish that way.
Dumb jewels often, in their silent kind, more than quick words, do move a woman's mind.
O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head As is a winged messenger of heaven
Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks, Shall win my love.
Inconstancy falls off ere it begins.
Nor shall this peace sleep with her; but as when The bird of wonder dies, the maiden phoenix, Her ashes new-create another heir As great in admiration as herself.