In jest, there is truth.

I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, and be buried in thy eyes—and moreover, I will go with thee to thy uncle’s.

Thou seest I have more flesh than another man, and therefore more frailty.

We cannot conceive of matter being formed of nothing, since things require a seed to start from... Therefore there is not anything which returns to nothing, but all things return dissolved into their elements.

Now let it work. Mischief, thou art afoot. Take thou what course thou wilt.

And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!

A woman would run through fire and water for such a kind heart.