Now let it work. Mischief, thou art afoot. Take thou what course thou wilt.

Love like a shadow flies when substance love pursues Pursuing that that flies, and flying what pursues.

It provokes the desire but it takes away the performance. Therefore much drink may be said to be an equivocator with lechery: it makes him and it mars him; it sets him on and it takes him off.

The blood of youth burns not with such excess as gravity's revolt to wantonness.

Small to greater matters must give way.

There is no sure foundation set on blood, No certain life achieved by others' death.

Away, you mouldy rogue, away!