O, had I but followed the arts!
He took the bride about the neck and kissed her lips with such a clamorous smack that at the parting all the church did echo.
Blind is his love, and best befits the dark.
Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, Which we ascribe to Heaven.
And where the offense is, let the great axe fall.
This man, lady, hath robb'd many beasts of their particular additions: he is as valiant as a lion, churlish as the bear, slow as the elephant-a man into whom nature hath so crowded humours that his valour is crush'd into folly, his folly sauced with discretion.