The ostentation of our love, which, left unshown, is often left unloved.

No sooner met but they looked; no sooner looked but they loved; no sooner loved but they sighed; no sooner sighed but they asked one another the reason; no sooner knew the reason but they sought the remedy; and in these degrees have they made a pair of stairs to marriage.

The moon, like to a silver bow new bent in heaven.

You take my life when you do take the means whereby I live

Tush! Fear not, my lord, we will not stand to prate; Talkers are no good doers: be assured We come to use our hands and not our tongues.

And all this day an unaccustomed spirit lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.

To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof little more than a little is by much too much.