I am such a tender ass, if my hair do but tickle me, I must scratch.
But love is blind and lovers cannot see
Light, seeking light, doth light of light beguile
You are a lover. Borrow Cupid's wings and soar with them above a common bound.
The latter end of a fray, and the beginning of a feast, Fits a dull fighter, and a keen guest.
He took the bride about the neck and kissed her lips with such a clamorous smack that at the parting all the church did echo.