What, no more ceremony? See, my women! Against the blown rose may they stop their nose That kneel'd unto the buds.

O, she misused me past the endurance of a block.

I am sir Oracle, and when I ope my lips, let no dog bark.

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.

Let the end try the man.

Ask me no reason why I love you; for though Love use Reason for his physician, he admits him not for his counsellor.

Two women placed together makes cold weather.