Love sought is good, but given unsought, is better.
How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank Here we will sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears; soft stillness, and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony
Women speak two languages - one of which is verbal.
Music, moody food Of us that trade in love.
Well, I will find you twenty lascivious turtles ere one chaste man.
One sees more devils than vast hell can hold