A very scurvy fellow.

a girl takes too much time to love and a few seconds to hate. but a boy takes a few seconds to love and too much time to hate.

Keep time! How sour sweet music is when time is broke and no proportion kept! So is it in the music of men's lives. I wasted time and now doth time waste me.

Fie, fie, how frantically I square my talk!

I do know when the blood burns, how prodigal the soul lends the tongue vows.

But miserable most, to love unloved? This you should pity rather than despise

We must love men, ere to us they will seem worthy of our love.