Love`s reason`s without reason
Fie, fie, how frantically I square my talk!
The king hath note of all that they intend, by interception which they dream not of.
Like one who draws the model of a house beyond his power to build it who, half through, gives o'er, and leaves his part-created cost a naked subject to the weeping clouds.
Where souls do couch on flowers we'll hand in hand.
Oft expectation fails, and most oft there where most it promises; and oft it hits where hope is coldest, and despair most fits.