In jest, there is truth.

“Gods, gods! 'tis strange that from their cold'st neglectMy love should kindle t…”

“I would not put a thief in my mouth to steal my brains.”

“Why should you think that I should woo in scorn?Scorn and derision never come i…”

“Why didst thou promise such a beauteous dayAnd make me travel forth without my …”