They Are Hare-brain'd Slaves.

Methinks You Are My Glass, And Not My Brother: I See By You I Am A Sweet-faced Youth.

As Soon Go Kindle Fire With Snow, As Seek To Quench The Fire Of Love With Words.

Time Is The Old Justice That Examines All Such Offenders, And Let Time Try.

Mine Honor Is My Life, Both Grow In One. Take Honor From Me, And My Life Is Done. Then, Dear My Liege, Mine Honor Let Me Try; In That I Live, And For That I Will Die.

Take No Repulse, Whatever She Doth Say; For 'get You Gone,' She Doth Not Mean 'away.' Flatter And Praise, Commend, Extol Their Graces; Though Ne'er So Black, Say They Have Angels' Faces