Prosperity's the very bond of love, Whose fresh complexion and whose heart together Affliction alters.

I'll go find a shadow, and sigh till he come" (Phebe)

Love's fire heats water, water cools not love.

Virtue that transgresses is but patched with sin; and sin that amends is but patched with virtue.

Until I know this sure uncertainty, I'll entertain the offered fallacy.

Is not the truth the truth?

No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change.