She is a woman, therefore to be won.

Let us be Diana's foresters, gentlemen of the shade, minions of the moon

This is the very ecstasy of love, whose violent property ordoes itself and leads the will to desperate undertakings.

I have heard of some kind of men that put quarrels purposely on others, to taste their valor.

I and my bosom must debate awhile, and then I would no other company.

For now they kill me with a living death.

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.