O' what may man within him hide, though angel on the outward side!

“O, love's best habit is in seeming trust, And age in love loves not to have yea…”

“Go wisely and slowly. Those who rush stumble and fall.”

“Enough no more; Tis not so sweet now as it was before.”

“And whatsomever else shall hap tonight, give it an understanding but no tongue,…”