What else may hap, to time I will commit.

No sooner met but they looked; no sooner looked but they loved; no sooner loved but they sighed; no sooner sighed but they asked one another the reason; no sooner knew the reason but they sought the remedy; and in these degrees have they made a pair of stairs to marriage.

That in the captains but a choleric word Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy.

So sweet was ne'er so fatal. I must weep. But they are creul tears. This sorrow's heavenly; it strikes where it doth love.

Winter, which, being full of care, makes summer's welcome thrice more wish'd, more rare.

Adversity makes strange bedfellows.

To show our simple skill, That is the true beginning of our end.