He thinks too much. Such men are dangerous.

Good Lord, for alliance! Thus goes every one to the world but I, and I am sunburnt; I may sit in a corner and cry heigh-ho for a husband!

Temptation: the fiend at my elbow.

Dispute not with her: she is lunatic.

It is thyself, mine own self's better part; Mine eye's clear eye, my dear heart's dearer heart; My food, my fortune, and my sweet hope's aim, My sole earth's heaven, and my heaven's claim.

All his successors gone before him have done 't; and all his ancestors that come after him may.

What to ourselves in passion we propose, The passion ending, doth the purpose lose.