Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires.
Were't not for laughing, I should pity him.
It provokes the desire but it takes away the performance. Therefore much drink may be said to be an equivocator with lechery: it makes him and it mars him; it sets him on and it takes him off.
Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness.
Farewell! a long farewell to all my greatness!
The course of true love never did run smooth.