Hot blood begets hot thoughts, And hot thoughts beget Hot deeds, And hot deeds is love.
Things base and vile, holding no quantity, Love can transpose to form and dignity. Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind. Nor hath Love's mind of any judgment taste; Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste.
Love sought is good, but given unsought, is better.
Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
I am that merry wanderer of the night.
By my troth, I care not; a man can die but once; we owe God a death and let it go which way it will he that dies this year is quit for the next