Love is a spirit all compact of fire.
Here is a rural fellow that will not be denied your Highness' presence: he brings you figs.
I am a kind of burr; I shall stick.
Thou hast not half that power to do me harm As I have to be hurt.
It provokes the desire but it takes away the performance. Therefore much drink may be said to be an equivocator with lechery: it makes him and it mars him; it sets him on and it takes him off.
You wear out a good wholesome forenoon in hearing a cause between an orange wife and a fosset-seller.