Earth-treading stars that make dark heaven light

Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought.

Now, my masters, happy man be his dole, say I; every man to his business.

Conversation should be pleasant without scurrility, witty without affectation, free without indecency, learned without conceitedness, novel without falsehood.

Come, woo me, woo me, for now I am in a holiday humor, and like enough to consent.

If thou remeber'st not the slightest folly that ever love did make thee run into, thou hast not lov'd

Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear; Where little fears grow great, great love grows there.