Beauty itself doth of itself persuade
The eyes of men without orator.

But no perfection is so absolute
That some inpurity doth not pollute.

What win I if I gain the thing I seek?
A dream$$$ a breath$$$ a froth of fleeting joy.
Who buys a minute's mirth to wail a week?
Or sells eternity to get a toy?

Kindness in women$$$ not their beauteous looks$$$
Shall win my love – and so I take my leave$$$
In resolution as I swore before.

No profit grows where is no pleasure ta'en.
In brief$$$ sir$$$ study what you most affect.

Such a mad marriage never was before.

Here is my hand$$$ and here I firmly vow
Never to woo her more$$$ but do forswear her
As one unworthy all the former favors
That I have fondly flattered her withal.

Tis a very excellent piece of work$$$ madam lady. Would 'twere done.

I am agreed$$$ and would I had given him the best horse in Padua to begin his wooing that would thoroughly woo her$$$ wed her$$$ and bed her$$$ and rid the house of her.

Marry$$$ peace it bodes$$$ and love$$$ and quiet life$$$ and$$$ to be short$$$ what not that's sweet and happy.