Affection is a coal that must be cooled; else, suffered, it will set the heart on fire.

Now, neighbor confines, purge you of your scum! Have you a ruffian that will swear, drink, dance, revel the night, rob, murder, and commit the oldest sins the newest kind of ways?

You take my life when you do take the means whereby I live

Wisely, and slow. They stumble that run fast.

Love moderately; long love doth so; too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.

She cannot love, nor take no shape nor project or affection, she is so self-endeared

If she be not honest, chaste, and true, there's no man happy.