Foul words is but foul wind, and foul wind is but foul breath, and foul breath is noisome; therefore I will depart unkissed.

in black ink my love may still shine bright.

You're in love? Out Out of love? I love someone. She doesn't love me.

If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumber'd here While these visions did appear.

God bless thee; and put meekness in thy breast, Love, charity, obedience, and true duty!

O love, be moderate, allay thy ecstasy, In measure rain thy joy, scant this excess!

As you are old and reverend, you should be wise.