I am not mad; I would to heaven I were! For then, 'tis like I should forget myself; O, if I could, what grief should I forget!

RUMOUR: "Upon my tongues continual slanders ride, The which in every language I pronounce, Stuffing the ears of men with false reports.

Against love's fire fear`s frost hath dissolution

He uses his folly like a stalking-horse, and under the presentation of that he shoots his wit.

O, that our fathers would applause our loves, To seal our happiness with hteir consents!

Trip over love, you can get up. Fall in love and you fall forever. Anyone can catch your eye, but it takes someone special to catch your heart. Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.

O God of battles! steel my soldiers’ hearts. Possess them not with fear.