Ask me no reason why I love you; for though Love use Reason for his physician, he admits him not for his counsellor.

So. Lie there, my art.

To fear the foe, since fear oppresseth strength, gives in your weakness strength unto your foe.

Give me that man that is not passion's slave, and I will wear him in my heart's core, in my heart of heart, as I do thee.

A very scurvy fellow.

The moon of Rome, chaste as the icicle that's curded by the frost from purest snow.

Thou hast nor youth nor age But as it were an after dinner sleep Dreaming of both.