“In thy face I see the map of honour, truth and loyalty.”

“Master, go on, and I will follow theeTo the last gasp with truth and loyalty.”

“What soilders whey-face?The English for so please you.Take thy face hence.”

“Do thou amend thy face, and I'll amend my life.”

“When shalt thou see thy wholesome days again?”

“Had I no eyes but ears, my ears would love. That inward beauty and invisible;Or were I deaf, thy outward parts would move each part in me that were but sensible: Though neither eyes nor ears, to hear nor see, yet should I be in love by touching thee.'Say, that the sense of feeling were bereft me, and that I could not see, nor hear, nor touch, and nothing but the very smell were left me, yet would my love to thee be still as much; for from the stillitory of thy face excelling comes breath perfum'd that breedeth love by smelling.”

“But from thine eyes my knowledge I derive,And, constant stars, in them I read such art,As truth and beauty shall together thriveIf from thyself to store thou wouldst convert;Or else of thee I prognosticate,Thy end is truth's and beauty's doom and date.”