For man is a giddy thing, and this is my conclusion.
L. These violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, Which as they kiss consume. The sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness, And in the taste confounds the appetite. Therefore love moderately: long love doth so; Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.
When devils do the worst sins, they first put on the pretense of goodness and innocence, as I am doing now.
The past is the prologue.
And by that destiny to perform an act Whereof what's past is prologue, what to come In yours and my discharge.
When you do dance, I wish you a wave o' the sea, that you might ever do nothing but that.