Sweet love! Sweet lines! Sweet life! Here is her hand, the agent of her heart; Here is her oath for love, her honour's pawn
When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.
Let each man do his best.
Words, words, mere words, no matter from the heart.
Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow.
A heaven on earth I have won by wooing thee.