Love asks me no questions, and gives me endless support.
A very little thief of occasion will rob you of a great deal of patience.
Virtue itself scapes not calumnious strokes.
I was not born under a rhyming planet, nor I cannot woo to in festival terms.
Where every something, being blent together turns to a wild of nothing.
Love moderately. Long love doth so. Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow. *Love each other in moderation. That is the key to long-lasting love. Too fast is as bad as too slow.*