“Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin, as self-neglecting.”

“Banish'd from [those we love] Is self from self: a deadly banishment!”

“God's will! my liege, would you and I alone, Without more help, could fight this royal battle!”

“Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate, Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving: O, but with mine compare thou thine own state, And thou shalt find it merits not reproving,”

“Make thee another self for love of me,That beauty still may live in thine or thee”

“Presume not that I am the thing I was;For God doth know, so shall the world perceive,That I have turn'd away my former self;So will I those that kept me company.”

“Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all,What hast thou then more than thou hadst before? No love, my love, that thou mayst true love call, All mine was thine, before thou hadst this more. Then if for my love thou my love receivest,I cannot blame thee for my love thou usest, But yet be blam’d, if thou this self deceivest By willful taste of what thyself refusest.”