No worse a husband than the best of men.

Love reasons without reason.

Love adds a precious seeing to the eye.

Being of no power to make his wishes good: His promises fly so beyond his state That what he speaks is all in debt; he owes For every word.

Being daily swallowed by men's eyes, They surfeited with honey and began To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof a little More than a little is by much too much. So, when he had occasion to be seen, He was but as the cuckoo is in June. Heard, not regarded.

I were better to be eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion.

Thou canst not speak of what thou dost not feel.