A light wife doth make a heavy husband.
Juliet is the east and i am the sun.
Beauty's a doubtful good, a glass, a flower, Lost, faded, broken, dead within an hour; And beauty, blemish'd once, for ever's lost, In spite of physic, painting, pain, and cost.
it provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance
He is not great who is not greatly good.
What I have done is yours; what I have to do is yours; being part in all I have, devoted yours.