"Say that upon the altar of her beauty You sacrifice your tears, your sighs, your heart: Write till your ink be dry and with your tears Moist it again, and frame some feeling line, That may discover such integrity."

"Take no repulse, whatever she doth say; For, "get you gone," she doth not mean, "away." Flatter and praise, commend, extol their graces; Though ne'er so black, say they have angels' faces. That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man, If with his tongue he cannot win a woman."

"Never give her o'er; For scorn at first makes after-love the more. If she do frown, 'tis not in hate of you, But rather to beget more love in you; If she do chide, 'tis not to have you gone, For why, the fools are mad if left alone."

"Win her with gifts, if she respect not words; Dumb jewels often in their silent kind More than quick words do move a woman's mind."

"Women are angels, wooing: Things won are done, joy's soul lies in the doing: That she belov'd knows nought that knows not this: Men prize the thing ungain'd more than it is."

"She is a woman, therefore may be woo'd; She is a woman, therefore may be won."

"O gentle Romeo, If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully. Or if thou think'st I am too quickly won, I'll frown and be perverse and say thee nay, So thou wilt woo: but else, not for the world."

"Was ever woman in this humour woo'd? Was ever woman in this humour won?"

"She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man: she thank'd me, And bade me, if I had a friend that lov'd her, I should but teach him how to tell my story And that would woo her."

"I was not born under a rhyming planet, nor I cannot woo in festival terms."

"Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever, One foot in sea and one on shore; To one thing constant never."

"We cannot fight for love, as men may do; We should be woo'd and were not made to woo."

"Wooing thee, I found thee of more value Than stamps in gold or sums in sealed bags; And 'tis the very riches of thyself That now I aim at."

"Be merry, and employ your chiefest thoughts To courtship and such fair ostents of love As shall conveniently become you there."

"She's beautiful and therefore to be woo'd: She is a woman, therefore to be won."

"Most fair, Will you vouchsafe to teach a soldier terms Such as will enter at a lady's ear And plead his love-suit to her gentle heart?"

"A heaven on earth I have won by wooing thee."

"Lightly from fair to fair he flew, And loved to plead, lament, and sue,— Suit lightly won, and short-lived pain, For monarchs seldom sigh in vain."

"Her virtue and the conscience of her worth, That would be woo'd, and not unsought be won."

"Why don't you speak for yourself, John?"

"If I am not worth the wooing, I surely am not worth the winning."

""Chops and Tomata Sauce. Yours, Pickwick." Chops! Gracious heavens! and Tomata Sauce! Gentlemen, is the happiness of a sensitive and confiding female to be trifled away by such shallow artifices as these?"

"Some are soon bagg'd but some reject three dozen. 'Tis fine to see them scattering refusals And wild dismay, o'er every angry cousin (Friends of the party) who begin accusais, Such as—"Unless Miss (Blank) meant to have chosen Poor Frederick, why did she accord perusals To his billets? Why waltz with him? Why, I pray, Look yes last night, and yet say No to-day?""

"There is a tide in the affairs of women Which, taken at the flood, leads—God knows where."

"And whispering, "I will ne'er consent"—consented."

"'Tis an old lesson; time approves it true, And those who know it best, deplore it most; When all is won that all desire to woo, The paltry prize is hardly worth the cost."

"Not much he kens, I ween, of woman's breast, Who thinks that wanton thing is won by sighs."

"Do proper homage to thine idol's eyes; But not too humbly, or she will despise Thee and thy suit, though told in moving tropes: Disguise even tenderness, if thou art wise."

"She that with poetry is won, Is but a desk to write upon; And what men say of her they mean No more than on the thing they lean."

"He that will win his dame must do As love does when he draws his bow; With one hand thrust the lady from, And with the other pull her home."

"Pickup is a lie. Money is a lie. Fame is a lie. Having sex with hot models is a fucking lie. Pickup is a fucking scam product if you treat it as the one thing to make you happy, as the one thing to finally make yourself acceptable, as the one thing to finally feel like you are a good man. An attractive man. That's a fucking lie? Okay. It's not a thing that brings you happiness if you don't learn how to value happiness in where it actually is."

"Let him who wooes be full of chat, And full of flattery and all that, And carry presents in his hat: Skill may supplant the worthier man."

"He kissed her cold corpse a thousand times o'er, And called her his jewel though she was no more: And he drank all the pison like a lovyer so brave, And Villikins and Dinah lie buried in one grave."

"I will now court her in the conqueror's style; "Come, see, and overcome.""

"Whaur hae ye been a' day, My boy Tammy? I've been by burn and flowery brae, Meadow green and mountain grey, Courting of this young thing Just come frae her mammy."

"His heart kep' goin' pity-pat, But hern went pity-Zekle."

"Come live in my heart and pay no rent."

"The nightingales among the sheltering boughs Of populous many-nested trees Shall teach me how to woo thee, and shall tell me By what resistless charms or incantations They won their mates."

"A fool there was and he made his prayer (Even as you and I!) To a rag and a bone and a hank of hair (We called her the woman who did not care) But the fool he called her his lady fair— (Even as you and I!)"

"There be triple ways to take, of the eagle or the snake, Or the way of a man with a maid."

"Follow a shadow, it still flies you, Seem to fly, it will pursue: So court a mistress, she denies you; Let her alone, she will court you. Say are not women truly, then, Styled but the shadows of us men?"

"The surest way to hit a woman's heart is to take aim kneeling."

"I'll woo her as the lion woos his brides."

"If doughty deeds my lady please, Right soon I'll mount my steed, And strong his arm and fast his seat, That bears me from the meed. Then tell me how to woo thee, love, Oh, tell me how to woo thee For thy dear sake, nae care I'll take Though ne'er another trow me."

"Perhaps if you address the lady Most politely, most politely, Flatter and impress the lady Most politely, most politely. Humbly beg and humbly sue, She may deign to look on you."

"Ah, Foole! faint heart faire lady n'ere could win."

"And when with envy Time transported Shall think to rob us of our joys, You'll in your girls again be courted, And I'll go wooing in my boys."