We that are true lovers run into strange capers; but as all is mortal in nature, so is all nature in love mortal in folly.

O sleep! O gentle sleep! Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down And steep my senses in forgetfulness? Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee, And hush'd with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber, Than in the perfum'd chambers of the great, Under the canopies of costly state, And lull'd with sound of sweetest melody?

It easeth some, though none it ever cured, to think their dolour others have endured.

Watch tonight, pray tomorrow. Gallants, lads, boys, hearts of gold, all the titles of good fellowship come to you!

Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied, And vice sometime by action dignified.

One half of me is yours, the other half is yours, Mine own, I would say; but if mine, then yours, And so all yours.

This is a way to kill a wife with kindness.