Take all the swift advantage of the hours.

Now my charms are all o'erthrown.

I thank God I am as honest as any man living that is an old man and no honester than I.

Live in thy shame, but die not shame with thee!

But love is blind and lovers cannot see

Is there no pity sitting in the clouds That sees into the bottom of my grief? O sweet my mother, cast me not away! Delay this marriage for a month, a week, Or if you do not, make the bridal bed In that dim monument where Tybalt lies.

Waste not thy time in windy argument but let the matter drop.