Methought I Was Enamour'd Of

Hide Not Thy Poison With Such Sugar'd Words

Rumour Doth Double, Like The Voice And Echo, The Numbers Of The Feared.

Such As We Are Made Of, Such We Be.

Ay Me! For Aught That Ever I Could Read, Could Ever Hear By Tale Or History, The Course Of True Love Never Did Run Smooth.

In A False Quarrel There Is No True Valor.