“The commonwealth is sick of their own choice;Their over-greedy love has surfeited.An habitation giddy and unsureHath he that buildeth on the vulgar heart.”

“For man is a giddy thing, and this is my conclusion.”

“For this relief much thanks. 'Tis bitter cold, and I am sick at heart.”

“Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.”

“Wear me as a seal over your heart, as a seal upon your arm, for love is strong as death, passion cruel as the grave.”

“Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind. Nor hath love's mind of any judgment taste; Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste: And therefore is love said to be a child, Because in choice he is so oft beguil'd.”

“Let still woman takeAn elder than herself: so wears she to him,So sways she level in her husband's heart,For, boy, however we do praise ourselves,Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm,More longing, wavering, sooner to be lost and warn,Than women's are.”