O Shame, Where Is Thy Blush?

Ay, Much Is The Force Of Heaven-bred Poesy.

Look, How This Ring Encompasseth Thy Finger, Even So Thy Breast Encloseth My Poor Heart; Wear Both Of Them, For Both Of Them Are Thine.

In Time The Savage Bull Doth Bear The Yoke.

Never Shame To Hear What You Have Nobly Done

Thou Hast Not Half That Power To Do Me Harm As I Have To Be Hurt.