The wildest hath not such a heart as you. Run when you will, the story shall be changed: Apollo flies, and Daphne holds the chase; The dove pursues the griffin; the mild hind Makes speed to catch the tiger; bootless speed, When cowardice pursues and valour flies.

The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet.

Who is so firm that can't be seduced?

Who could refrain that had a heart to love and in that heart courage to make love known?

The more pity, that fools may not speak wisely what wise men do foolishly.

I may chance have some odd quirks and remnants of wit broken on me, because I have railed so long against marriage: but doth not the appetite alter? a man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age. Shall quips and sentences and these paper bullets of the brain awe a man from the career of his humour? No, the world must be peopled. When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.

Un-thread the rude eye of rebellion, and welcome home again discarded faith.