Don't waste your love on somebody, who doesn't value it.
My glass shall not persuade me I am old, So long as youth and thou are of one date; But when in thee time's furrows I behold, Then look I death my days should expiate.
Thou frothy tickle-brained hedge-pig!
O wretched state! o bosom black as death!
Et tu Brute! (You too, Brutus!)
Captain of our fairy band, Helena is here at hand, And the youth, mistook by me, Pleading for a lover's fee. Shall we their fond pageant see? Lord, what fools these mortals be!