Then imitate the action of the tiger; stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood.

Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could say how much. Lady, as you are mine, I am yours: I give away myself for you and dote upon the exchange.

Be not too tame neither, but let your own Discretion be your tutor; suit the action to the word, the word to the action.

The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet.

Better a witty fool than a foolish wit.

Say as you think and speak it from your souls.

This is the very ecstasy of love.