Ay, but to die, and go we know not where.

For I am proverbed with a grandsire phrase.

The brain may devise laws for the blood, but a hot temper leaps o'er a cold decree.

Now see that noble and most sovereign reason, Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh.

They told me I was everything. 'Tis a lie, I am not ague-proof.

It is not politic in the commonwealth of nature to preserve virginity. Loss of virginity is rational increase, and there was never virgin got till virginity was first lost. That you were made of is metal to make virgins. Virginity, by being once lost, may be ten times found: by being ever kept, it is ever lost. ’Tis too cold a companion: away with ’t!

Ay, but to die, and go we know not where.