Pray you now, forget and forgive.
Fie, fie, how frantically I square my talk!
God defend me from that Welsh fairy, Lest he transform me to a piece of cheese!
Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.
That which ordinary men are fit for, I am qualified in. and the best of me is diligence.
You cannot call it love, for at your age the heyday in the blood is tame