🎭 And notwithstanding all her sudden quips, The least whereof would quell a lover’s hope, Yet, spaniel-like, the more she spurns my love, The more it grows and fawneth on her still.
🎭 Already have I been false to Valentine, And now I must be as unjust to Turio. Under the colour of commending him I have access my own love to prefer. But Silvia is too fair, too true, too holy To be corrupted with my worthless gifts.