And thus I clothe my naked villainy With odd old ends stol'n out of holy writ; And seem a saint, when most I play the devil.
Few love to hear the sins they love to act.
I love you with so much of my heart that none is left to protest.
That truth should be silent I had almost forgot. (Enobarbus)
My love admits no qualifying dross
No sooner met but they looked; no sooner looked but they loved; no sooner loved but they sighed; no sooner sighed but they asked one another the reason; no sooner knew the reason but they sought the remedy; and in these degrees have they made a pair of stairs to marriage.