The Two Noble Kinsmen

"To marry him is hopeless; To be his whore is witless. Out upont! What pushes are we wenches driven to When fifteen once has found us?"

"By him, like a shadow Il ever dwell."

"Come all sad, and solemn shows, That are quick-eyed Pleasures foes; We convent nought else but woes. We convent nought else but woes."

"Maiden pinks, of odour faint, Daisies smell-less, yet most quaint, And sweet thyme true. Primrose, first-born child of Ver, Merry springtimes harbinger, With harebells dim."

"Emilia: Of all flowers, Methinks a rose is best. Woman: Why, gentle madam? Emilia: It is the very emblem of a maid. For when the west wind courts her gently How modestly she blows, and paints the sun With her chaste blushes! When the north comes near her, Rude and impatient, then, like chastity, She locks her beauties in her bud again, And leaves him to base briars."

"Tis pitty Love should be so tyrannous."