What's brave, what's noble, let's do it after the Roman fashion.
Men are April when they woo, December when they wed. Maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives.
I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness, And from that full meridian of my glory I haste now to my setting.
For my own part, I shall be glad to learn of noble men.
And to the English court assemble now, From every region, apes of idleness!
My love's more richer than my tongue.