Avaunt, you cullions!
My love is thine to teach; teach it but how, And thou shalt see how apt it is to learn. Any hard lesson that may do thee good.
Extremity is the trier of spirits.
Who could refrain that had a heart to love and in that heart courage to make love known?
For which of my bad parts didst thou first fall in love with me?
For death remembered should be like a mirror, Who tells us life’s but breath, to trust it error.