Love is merely a madness; and, I tell you, deserves as well a dark house and a whip as madmen do; and the reason why they are not so punish'd and cured is that the lunacy is so ordinary that the whippers are in love too.

'Tis best to weigh the enemy more mighty than he seems.

Then others for breath of words respect, Me for my dumb thoughts, speaking in effect.

But miserable most, to love unloved? This you should pity rather than despise

For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground, and tell sad stories of the death of kings... All murdered; for within the hollow crown that rounds the mortal temples of a king, keeps Death his court... and with a little pin bores through his castle wall, and farewell king!

This cold night will turn us all to fools and madmen.

Love moderately; long love doth so; too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.