What a deformed thief this fashion is.

It is to be all made of fantasy, All made of passion and all made of wishes, All adoration, duty, and observance, All humbleness, all patience and impatience, All purity, all trial, all observance

You shall more command with years than with your weapons.

What the vengeance, could he not speak 'em fair?

And do as adversaries do in law, strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends.

Love runs away from those chasing her, and those who run away, she throws herself on his neck.

They are in the very wrath of love, and they will go together. Clubs cannot part them