O love, be moderate, allay thy ecstasy, In measure rain thy joy, scant this excess!
it provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance
On pain of death, no person be so bold.
She is a woman, therefore to be won.
The venom clamours of a jealous woman poison more deadly than a mad dog's tooth.
What drink'st thou oft, instead of homage sweet, But poisoned flattery?