Speak low, if you speak love.
Is there no respect of place, persons, nor time in you?
Love sees with the heart and not with mind.
Life is as tedious as twice-told tale, vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.
For naught so vile that on the earth doth live But to the earth some special good doth give.
How much better is it to weep at joy than to joy at weeping?