Modest Wisdom Plucks Me From Over-credulous Haste.

O Teach Me How I Should Forget To Think (1.1.224)

No .... Holy Father, Throw Away That Thought. Believe Not That The Dribbling Dart Of Love Can Pierce A Complete Bosom.

If Love Be Blind, Love Cannot Hit The Mark

Thou Whoreson, Senseless Villain!

How Now, Wit! Whither Wander You?