For God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love.

She is all states, and all princes, I, Nothing else is.

The Phoenix riddle hath more wit By us, we two being one, are it. So to one neutral thing both sexes fit, We die and rise the same, and prove Mysterious by thi…

Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.

I wonder by my troth, what thou, and I Did, till we loved? were we not weaned till then? But sucked on country pleasures, childishly? Or snorted we in the seve…

Why to mute fish should'st thou thyself discover And not to me, they no less silent lover?

And wilt thou leave me thus? Say nay! say nay! for shame! To save thee from the blame Of all my grief and grame. And wilt thou leave me thus? Say nay! say nay!