Oh, thou did'st then ne'er love so heartily. If thou rememb'rest not the slightest folly That ever love did make thee run inot, Thou has not loved. Of if thou has't not sat as I do now, Wearying they hearer in thy mistress's praise, Thou has not loved. Of if thou hast not broke from company Abruptly, as my passion now makes me, Thou has not loved. (Silvius)

With caution judge of probability. Things deemed unlikely, e'en impossible, experience oft hath proved to be true.

You know who you are, but know not who you could be.

Every thing that grows / Holds in perfection but a little moment.

This wimpled, whining, purblind, wayward boy, this Senior Junior, giant dwarf...Cupid.

I am falser than vows made in wine.

Faint heart never won fair maid.