Love asks me no questions, and gives me endless support.

A cup of hot wine with not a drop of allaying Tiber in 't.

For a noble heart, the most precious gift becomes poor, when the giver stops loving.

This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet

A grandma's name is little less in love than is the doting title of a mother.

Ne'er ask me what raiment I'll wear, for I have no more doublets than backs, no more stockings than legs, nor no more shoes than feet--nay, sometime more feet than shoes, or such shoes as my toes look through the overleather.

They are hare-brain'd slaves.