Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.
Good name in man and woman is the immediate jewel of their souls.
Let the end try the man.
Why should you think that I should woo in scorn? Scorn and derision never come in tears: Look, when I vow, I weep; and vows so born, In their nativity all truth appears. How can these things in me seem scorn to you, Bearing the badge of faith, to prove them true?
Ill met by moonlight, proud Titania
Our wills and fates do so contrary run.