Cease Thy Counsel, For Thy Words Fall

When My Love Swears That She Is Made Of Truth, I Do Believe Her, Though I Know She Lies.

So Full Of Shapes Is Fancy That It Alone Is High Fantastical.

My Love Is Strengthen'd, Though More Weak In Seeming; I Love Not Less, Though Less The Show Appear: That Love Is Merchandised Whose Rich Esteeming The Owner's Tongue Doth Publish Every Where.

Foul Words Is But Foul Wind, And Foul Wind Is But Foul Breath, And Foul Breath Is Noisome; Therefore I Will Depart Unkissed.

You Had Measured How Long A Fool You Were Upon The Ground.