Good wombs have borne bad sons." -- (Miranda, I:2)
Beauty within itself should not be wasted.
Teach not thy lip such scorn, for it was made For kissing, lady, not for such contempt.
No sooner met but they looked; no sooner looked but they loved; no sooner loved but they sighed; no sooner sighed but they asked one another the reason; no sooner knew the reason but they sought the remedy; and in these degrees have they made a pair of stairs to marriage.
As chaste as unsunned snow.
You dull ass will not mend his pace with beating.