Be Not Afeard; The Isle Is Full

Lawn As White As Driven Snow; Cyprus Black As E'er Was Crow; Gloves As Sweet As Damask Roses.

What Ugly Sights Of Death Within Mine Eyes!

All Lovers Swear More Performance Than They Are Able, And Yet Reserve An Ability That They Never Perform; Vowing More Than The Perfection Of Ten, And Discharging Less Than The Tenth Part Of One.

Things In Motion Sooner Catch The Eye Than What Not Stirs.

I Would Not Lose So Great An Honor As One Man More Methinks Would Share With Me For The Best Hope I Have.