You Jig, you amble, and you lisp.
Sweet love! Sweet lines! Sweet life! Here is her hand, the agent of her heart; Here is her oath for love, her honour's pawn
What's done can't be undone.
They that stand high have many blasts to shake them.
For love, thou know'st, is full of jealousy
Give me that man that is not passion's slave, and I will wear him in my heart's core, in my heart of heart, as I do thee.