What else may hap, to time I will commit.
Better a witty fool than a foolish wit.
I understand thy kisses, and thou mine, And that's a feeling disputation.
O mischief, thou art swift to enter in the thoughts of desperate men!
Hung be the heavens with black! Yield, day, to night!
Love runs away from those chasing her, and those who run away, she throws herself on his neck.