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?
The arms are fair, When the intent of bearing them is just.
By medicine life may be prolonged, yet death will seize the doctor too.
Which can say more than this rich praise, that you alone are you?
Man, proud man, Drest in a little brief authority, Most ignorant of what he's most assured.
Speak, my fair, and fairly, I pray thee.