There Is No Creature Loves Me; And

Truth Needs No Color; Beauty, No Pencil.

And Do So, Love, Yet When They Have Devised What Strainèd Touches Rhetoric Can Lend, Thou, Truly Fair, Wert Truly Sympathized In True Plain Words By Thy True-telling Friend; And Their Gross Painting Might Be Better Used Where Cheeks Need Blood; In Thee It Is Abused.

[marriage Is] A World-without-end Bargain.

Look Like The Innocent Flower, But Be The Serpent Under It.

Being Of No Power To Make His Wishes Good: His Promises Fly So Beyond His State That What He Speaks Is All In Debt; He Owes For Every Word.