Wisely, and slow. They stumble that run fast.

This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong, to love that well which thou must leave ere long

Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim, When King Cophetua loved the beggar-maid!

April ... hath put a spirit of youth in everything.

There's little of the melancholy element in her, my lord: she is never sad but when she sleeps; and not ever sad then; for I have heard my daughter say, she hath often dreamt of unhappiness, and waked herself with laughing.

Art thou afeard To be the same in thine own act and valour As thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have that Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life, And live a coward in thine own esteem, Letting 'I dare not' wait upon 'I would,' Like the poor cat i' the adage?

Nature her custom holds, Let shame say what it will.