Quote #4
If I a fancy take To black and blue, That fancy doth it beauty make.
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- Quit, quit, for shame, this will not move: This cannot take her. If of herself she cannot love, Nothing can make her: The devil take her!
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- Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?
- Oh for some honest lover's ghost, Some kind unbodied post Sent from the shades below! I strangely long to know Whether the nobler chaplets …
- Why so pale and wan, fond lover Prithee, why so pale?
- Her feet beneath her petticoat Like little mice stole in and out, As if they feared the light; But oh, she dances such a way! No sun upon a…
- Her lips were red, and one was thin; Compared with that was next her chin,- Some bee had stung it newly.
- 'T is expectation makes a blessing dear; Heaven were not heaven if we knew what it were.