Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death.

It is thyself, mine own self's better part; Mine eye's clear eye, my dear heart's dearer heart; My food, my fortune, and my sweet hope's aim, My sole earth's heaven, and my heaven's claim.

Strikes deeper, grows with more pernicious root.

Love moderately. Long love doth so. Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow. *Love each other in moderation. That is the key to long-lasting love. Too fast is as bad as too slow.*

How much salt water thrown away in waste/ To season love, that of it doth not taste.

To be furious, is to be frighted out of fear.

Well, honor is the subject of my story.