O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!
And will he not come again? And will he not come again? No, no, he is dead. Go to thy deathbed. He never will come again.
If money go before, all ways do lie open.
a girl takes too much time to love and a few seconds to hate. but a boy takes a few seconds to love and too much time to hate.
He that will have a cake out of the wheat must tarry the grinding.
O love, be moderate, allay thy ecstasy, In measure rain thy joy, scant this excess!