Time, whose millioned accidents creep in betwixt vows, and change decrees of kings, tan sacred beauty, blunt the sharpest intents, divert strong minds to the course of altering things.
Here was a Caesar! When comes such another?
You kiss by th' book.
Upon thy cheek I lay this zealous kiss, as seal to the indenture of my love.
I do know when the blood burns, how prodigal the soul lends the tongue vows.
Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze. I will not budge for no man's pleasure.