Gentle and low, an excellent thing in woman.

Men are April when they woo, December when they wed.

These violent delights have violent ends And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, Which as they kiss consume. The sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness And in the taste confounds the appetite. Therefore love moderately; long love doth so; Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.

The fashion of the world is to avoid cost, and you encounter it.

Music, moody food Of us that trade in love.

But yet I'll make assurance double sure, and take a bond of fate: thou shalt not live.

Look, what envious streaks do lace the severing clouds in yonder east! Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day stands tip-toe on the misty mountain-tops.