I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking: I could well wish courtesy would invent some other custom of entertainment.
Let's meet as little as we can
For by his face straight shall you know his heart.
One fire burns out another's burning, One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish.
A breath thou art, Servile to all the skyey influences.
Is this the generation of love? Hot blood, hot thoughts and hot deeds? Why, they are vipers. Is love a generation of vipers?