As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words.
They do not love that do not show their love.
These are my mates, that make their wills their law.[Also known as:]Lawless are they that make their wills their law.
That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man, If with his tongue he cannot win a woman.
And why not death rather than living torment? To die, is to be banish’d from myself; And Silvia is myself; banish’d from her, Is self from self; a deadly banishment!