Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires.
This above all: to thine own self be true, 85 And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy days.
She gave me for my pains a world of sighs.
Take it in what sense thou wilt.
Art thou afraid to be the same in act and valor as thou art in desire.