Adieu! I have too grieved a heart to take a tedious leave.
I see that the fashion wears out more apparel than the man.
'Tis brief, my lord...as woman's love.
Is this the generation of love? Hot blood, hot thoughts and hot deeds? Why, they are vipers. Is love a generation of vipers?
Every true man's apparel fits your thief.
There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings.