it provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance
O, she misused me past the endurance of a block.
Experience is by industry achieved, And perfected by the swift course of time.
Thou art sad; get thee a wife, get thee a wife!
Wherefore was I to this keen mockery born? When at your hands did I deserve this scorn? Is't not enough, is't not enough, young man, That I did never, no, nor never can, Deserve a sweet look from Demetrius' eye, But you must flout my insufficiency?
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end.