Women may fall when there's no strength in men.

Good wine is a good familiar creature if it be well used.

But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she. Be not her maid, since she is envious; Her vestal livery is but sick and green And none but fools do wear it; cast it off. It is my lady, O, it is my love! Oh, that she knew she were!

But we have reason to cool our raging motions, our carnal stings, our unbitted lusts; whereof I take this that you call love to bea sect or scion.... It is merely a lust of the blood and a permission of the will.

Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we oft might win by fearing to attempt.

Let those that play your clowns speak no more than is set down for them.

And therefore is love said to be a child, Because in choice he is so oft beguil'd