Love surfeits not, Lust like a glutton dies; Love is all truth, Lust full of forged lies

To be direct and honest is not safe.

I like this place and could willingly waste my time in it.

With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls, for stony limits cannot hold love out

Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you-trippingly on the tongue; but if you mouth it, as many of your players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines. Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus, but use all gently; for in the very torrent, tempest, and as I may say, the whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness.

Fall Greeks; fail fame; honour or go or stay; My major vow lies here, this I'll obey.

Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell: It fell upon a little western flower, Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound, And maidens call it love-in-idleness.