Sweets to the sweet.
I was adored once too.
The attempt and not the deed confounds us.
Cursed be the hand that made these fatal holes.
Set honour in one eye and death i' the other, And I will look on both indifferently.
Good Lord, for alliance! Thus goes every one to the world but I, and I am sunburnt; I may sit in a corner and cry heigh-ho for a husband!