You are a lover. Borrow Cupid's wings and soar with them above a common bound.
To persist in doing wrong extenuates not the wrong, but makes it much more heavy.
Speak on, but be not over-tedious.
O, she misused me past the endurance of a block.
Alas, sir, how fell you besides your five wits?" Malvolio: "Fool, there was never a man so notoriously abused. I am as well in my wits, fool, as thou art." Feste: "But as well? Then you are mad indeed, if you be no better in you wits than a fool.
The past is prologue.