For which of my bad parts didst thou first fall in love with me?
What's done can't be undone.
Such as we are made of, such we be.
As merry as the day is long.
That you were once unkind befriends me now, And for that sorrow, which I then did feel, Needs must I under my transgression bow, Unless my nerves were brass or hammered steel.
Give thy thoughts no tongue.