My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent.

Adieu, adieu, adieu! remember me.

You are a lover. Borrow Cupid's wings and soar with them above a common bound.

That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold; What hath quenched them hath given me fire.

I have no other but a woman's reason: I think him so, because I think him so.

I was adored once too.

What early tongue so sweet saluteth me? Young son, it argues a distemper'd head So soon to bid good morrow to thy bed: Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye, And where care lodges, sleep will never lie; But where unbruised youth with unstuff'd brain Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign.