If she be not honest, chaste, and true, there's no man happy.
O Judgment ! Thou art fled to brutish beasts, and men have lost their reason !
Weed your better judgments of all opinion that grows rank in them.
Lord, Lord, how this world is given to lying!
By God, I cannot flatter, I do defy The tongues of soothers! but a braver place In my heart's love hath no man than yourself. Nay, task me to my word; approve me, lord.
Alas, how love can trifle with itself!