Ben Jonson

“ Yet the impressure of those amble favours
I have deriv'd from your unmatched spirit,
Would bind my faith to all observances.
Pau. How! favours, Angelo! O speak not of them,
They are mere paintings, and import no merit.
Looks my love well? thereon my hopes are plac'd;
Faith, that is bought with favours, cannot last. ”

“ Enter lord Paulo Ferneze, his boy following him.
Pau. Boy.
Boy. My lord.
Pau. Sirrah, go up to signior Angelo,
And pray him, if he can, devise some means
To leave my father, and come speak with me.
Boy. I will, my lord.
Pau. Well, heaven be auspicious in the event,
For I do this against my genius,
And yet my thoughts cannot propose a reason,
Why I should fear or faint thus in my hopes,
Of one so much endeared to my love.
Some spark it is, kindled within the soul,
Whose light yet breaks not to the outer sense,
That propagates this timorous suspect ”