“Why, what a wasp-stung and impatient foolArt thou, to break into this woman's mood,Tying thine ear to no tongue but thine own!”
“You are not worth the dust which the rude wind blows in your face”
“Bid me discourse, I will enchant thine ear”
“This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven.”
“The fringed curtains of thine eye advance,And say what thou seest yond.”
“Make thee another self for love of me,That beauty still may live in thine or thee”