The Undeserver May Sleep When The Man

Beauty Provoketh Thieves Sooner Than Gold.

What Is Light, If Sylvia Be Not Seen? What Is Joy If Sylvia Be Not By?

That Man That Hath A Tongue, I Say Is No Man, If With His Tongue He Cannot Win A Woman.

Chewing The Food Of Sweet And Bitter Fancy.

I Am Indeed Not Her Fool, But Her Corrupter Of Words. (act Iii, Sc. I, 37-38)