It is not politic in the commonwealth of nature to preserve virginity. Loss of virginity is rational increase, and there was never virgin got till virginity was first lost. That you were made of is metal to make virgins. Virginity, by being once lost, may be ten times found: by being ever kept, it is ever lost. ’Tis too cold a companion: away with ’t!

I love a ballad in print o' life, for then we are sure they are true.

Or are you like the painting of a sorrow, a face without a heart?

To be in love, where scorn is bought with groans; coy looks, with heart-sore sighs; one fading moment's mirth

Fondling,' she saith, 'since I have hemm'd thee here Within the circuit of this ivory pale, I'll be a park, and thou shalt be my deer; Feed where thou wilt, on mountain or in dale: Graze on my lips, and if those hills be dry, Stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie.

I pray you bear me henceforth from the noise and rumour of the field, where I may think the remnant of my thoughts in peace, and part of this body and my soul with contemplation and devout desires.

There's an old saying that applies to me: you can't lose a game if you don't play the game. (Act 1, scene 4)