Is this the generation of love? Hot blood, hot thoughts and hot deeds? Why, they are vipers. Is love a generation of vipers?

Say, thou art mine; and ever, My love, as it begins, shall so persevere

Go, write it in a martial hand; be curst and brief; it is no matter how witty, so it be eloquent and fun of invention: taunt him with the licence of ink: if thou thou'st him some thrice, it shall not be amiss; and as many lies as will lie in thy shee.

To persist in doing wrong extenuates not the wrong, but makes it much more heavy.

Light boats sail swift, though greater hulks draw deep.

Beauty's a doubtful good, a glass, a flower, Lost, faded, broken, dead within an hour; And beauty, blemish'd once, for ever's lost, In spite of physic, painting, pain, and cost.

Why, thou deboshed fish thou...Wilt thou tell a monstrous lie, being but half a fish and half a monster?