Give me that man that is not passion's slave, and I will wear him in my heart's core, in my heart of heart, as I do thee.
When love begins to sicken and decay it uses an enforced ceremony.
Methinks sometimes I have no more wit than a Christian.
When you do dance, I wish you a wave o' the sea, that you might ever do nothing but that.
She is a woman, therefore to be won.
For man is a giddy thing, and this is my conclusion.