Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books, But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.
Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul But I do love thee! and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again.
Exit, pursued by a bear.
Ready to go but never to return.
It hurts not the tongue to give fair words.
By innocence I swear, and by my youth, I have one heart, one bosom, and one truth, And that no woman has, nor never none Shall mistress be of it save I alone.