Let us be very strange and well-bred:Let us be as strange as if we had been married a great while;And as well-bred as if we were not married at all.
If this be not love, it is madness, and then it is pardonable.
Nor Hell a Fury, like a Woman scorn'd.
How hard a thing 'twould be to please you all.
I hope you do not think me prone to any iteration of nuptials.
Turn pimp, flatterer, quack, lawyer, parson, be chaplain to an atheist, or stallion to an old woman, anything but a poet; for a poet is worse, more servile, timorous and fawning than any I have named.