Nor Age So Eat Up My Invention.

Sir, In My Heart There Was A Kind Of Fighting That Would Not Let Me Sleep.

To Me, Fair Friend, You Never Can Be Old, For As You Were When First Your Eye I Ey'd, Such Seems Your Beauty Still.

In Thy Foul Throat Thou Liest.

When My Love Swears That She Is Made Of Truth, I Do Believe Her, Though I Know She Lies.

I Have Nothing Of Woman In Me; Now From Head To Foot I Am Marble-constant.