Alas, how love can trifle with itself!
Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books, But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.
All's well if all ends well.
The more pity, that fools may not speak wisely what wise men do foolishly.
Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks, Shall win my love.
You abilities are too infant-like for doing much alone.