Love is begun by time and time qualifies the spark and fire of it.
The fashion of the world is to avoid cost, and you encounter it.
I am the Prince of Wales; and think not, Percy, To share with me in glory any more: Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere.
As good luck would have it.
Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still, Should without eyes see pathways to his will!
Kiss me, Kate, we shall be married o'Sunday