My hands are of your color, but I shame to wear a heart so white.

“A knavish speech sleeps in a fool's ear.”

“Tax not so bad a voice to slander music any more than once.”

“Tis given out that, sleeping in my orchard,A serpent stung me; so the whole ear…”

“Is love a tender thing? It is too rough, too rude, too boisterous, and it prick…”