A happy ending cannot come in the middle of the story
I love thee, and it is my love that speaks
Mine honour is my life; both grow in one; Take honour from me, and my life is done.
O heaven! were man, But constant, he were perfect.
Do thou amend thy face, and I'll amend my life.
Silence is the perfectest herault of joy. I were but little happy if I could say how much.