Death, not Romeo, take my maidenhead!

Who seeks, and will not take, when once 'tis offer'd, Shall never find it more.

Wishers were ever fools.

Ay me! for aught that ever I could read, could ever hear by tale or history, the course of true love never did run smooth.

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.

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!

Better three hours too soon than a minute too late.