Hang those that talk of fear.

...and then, in dreaming, / The clouds methought would open and show riches / Ready to drop upon me, that when I waked / I cried to dream again.

Things base and vile, holding no quantity, Love can transpose to form and dignity. Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind. Nor hath Love's mind of any judgment taste; Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste.

I thank you all and here dismiss you all, and to the love and favor of my country commit myself, my person, and the cause.

This is a way to kill a wife with kindness.

But shall we wear these glories for a day? Or shall they last, and we rejoice in them?

A man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age.