Why then, O brawling love! O loving hate! O any thing, of nothing first create! O heavy lightness, serious vanity, Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms, Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health, Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is! This love feel I, that feel no love in this.

Defer no time, delays have dangerous ends.

A harmless necessary cat.

A maiden hath no tongue--but thought.

Love will not be spurred to what it loathes

Fall Greeks; fail fame; honour or go or stay; My major vow lies here, this I'll obey.

This is no time to lend money, especially upon bare friendship without security.