Every fair from fair sometime declines
Then imitate the action of the tiger; stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood.
A pox o’ your throat, you bawling, blasphemous, incharitable dog!
She's beautiful, and therefore to be wooed; She is a woman, therefore to be won.
It is to be all made of fantasy, All made of passion and all made of wishes, All adoration, duty, and observance, All humbleness, all patience and impatience, All purity, all trial, all observance
The last taste of sweets is sweetest last.