Love is the greatest of dreams, yet the worst of nightmares.
A hit, a very palpable hit.
The more pity, that fools may not speak wisely what wise men do foolishly.
What's done is done. The joy is in the doing.
Though music oft hath such a charm to make bad good, and good provoke to harm.
He's of the colour of the nutmeg. And of the heat of the ginger.... he is pure air and fire; and the dull elements of earth and water never appear in him, but only in patient stillness while his rider mounts him; he is indeed a horse, and all other jades you may call beasts.