King: …Forget not to set downe how passionat,
How hart sicke and how full of languishment,
Her beautie makes mee,
  Lor: Writ I to a woman?  
  King: What bewtie els could triumph on me,
Or who but women doe our loue layes greet,
What thinekst thou I did bid thee praise a horse. (Q-1596, 457-63)