My only love sprung from my only hate.

O serpent heart hid with a flowering face!
Did ever a dragon keep so fair a cave?
Beautiful tyrant, feind angelical, dove feather raven, wolvish-ravening lamb! Despised substance of devinest show, just opposite to what thou justly seemest - A dammed saint, an honourable villain!

Do all men kill the things they do not love?

Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate, Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving

In time we hate that which we often fear.

I am a true laborer: I earn that I eat, get that I wear, owe no man hate, envy no man's happiness, glad of other's good