You cannot call it love, for at your age the heyday in the blood is tame
A lion among ladies is a most dreadful thing.
I will be correspondent to command, And do my spiriting gently.
Music can minister to minds diseased, pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, raze out the written troubles of the brain, and with its sweet oblivious antidote, cleanse the full bosom of all perilous stuff that weighs upon the heart.
This is the very ecstasy of love.
An habitation giddy and unsure Hath he that buildeth on the vulgar heart.