Keep up your bright swords, for the dew will rust them.
Things sweet to taste prove in digestion sour.
Pleasure and action make the hours seem short.
That affable familiar ghost Which nightly gulls him with intelligence.
Good morrow, 'tis Saint Valentine's Day, All in the morn betime, And I a maid at your window, To be your valentine.
Romans, countrymen, and lovers, hear me for my cause, and be silent, that you may hear.