The Icy Precepts Of Respect.

A Lover Goes Toward His Beloved As Enthusiastically As A Schoolboy Leaving His Books, But When He Leaves His Girlfriend, He Feels As Miserable As The Schoolboy On His Way To School. (act 2, Scene 2)

Thy Words, I Grant Are Bigger, For I Wear Not, My Dagger In My Mouth.

His Steeds To Water At Those Springs On Chaliced Flowers That Lies; And Winking Mary-buds Begin To Ope Their Golden Eyes: With Every Thing That Pretty Is, My Lady Sweet, Arise.

One Fire Burns Out Another's Burning, One Pain Is Lessen'd By Another's Anguish.

Your Tale, Sir, Would Cure Deafness.