I'll have no husband, if you be not he.

As You Like It, v. 4.

When a woman woos, what woman's son Will sourly leave her till she have prevailed?

Hence, bashful cunning!

Sonnets, xli.

And prompt me, plain and holy innocence!
I am your wife if you will marry me !

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Adınit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove :
O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark

That looks on tempests, and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,

Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

Sonnets, cxvi.

MARCH.

It was a lover and his lass,

With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
That o'er the green corn-field did pass
In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring.