How happy could I be with either, Were t'other dear charmer away!

Sure men were born to lie, and women to believe them!

How happy I am, if you say this from your heart! For I love thee so, that I could sooner bear to see thee hang'd than in the Arms of another.

You base man you,-how can you look me in the face after what hath passed between us?-See here, perfidious wretch, how I am forc'd to bear about the load of inf…

Transforma-se o amador na cousa amada, Por virtude do muito imaginar; Nao tenho, logo, mais que desejar, Pois em mim tenho a parte desejada.

Men ruin themselves headlong for unworthy women.

I leaned right over to kiss your stoney book A little jealous of the ships with whom you flirt A billion lovers with their cameras Snap to look and in my fanta…