I am your wife if you will marry me. If not, I'll die your maid. To be your fellow You may deny me, but I'll be your servant Whether you will or no.
you saw her fair, none else being by, Herself pois'd with herself in either eye; But in that crystal scales let there be weigh'd Your lady's love against some other maid That I will show you shining at this feast, And she shall scant show well that now seems best.
Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypres let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath; I am slain by a fair cruel maid.
Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim, When King Cophetua loved the beggar-maid!
You maid of hindering knot grass. You bead! You acorn!
Men are April when they woo, December when they wed...
To-morrow is Saint Valentine's day, All in the morning betime, And I a maid at your window, To be your Valentine.
Maids want nothing but husbands, and when they have them, they want everything.
Have you no modesty, no maiden shame,No touch of bashfulness?
O, train me not, sweet mermaid, with thy note, to drown me in thy sister’s flood of tears.
Faint heart never won fair maid.
Good morrow, 'tis Saint Valentine's Day, All in the morn betime, And I a maid at your window, To be your valentine.
Silence is only commendable In a neat's tongue dried, and a maid not vendible.
A maiden hath no tongue--but thought.
In maiden meditation, fancy free.