Thou shouldst not have been old till thou hadst been wise.
Is twenty hundred kisses such a trouble?
We make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars; as if we were villians by compulsion.
Love is blind, it stops lovers seeing the silly things they do.
Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim, When King Cophetua loved the beggar-maid!
O hell! to choose love with another's eye.