We that are true lovers run into strange capers.
Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war!
The last taste of sweets is sweetest last.
Get thee a good husband, and use him as he uses thee.
To do a great right do a little wrong.
But jealous souls will not be answered so, They are not ever jealous for the cause, But jealous for they're jealous. 'Tis a monster Begot upon itself, born on itself.