Love is a familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but love.
This wimpled, whining, purblind, wayward boy, this Senior Junior, giant dwarf...Cupid.
I charge thee, hence, and do not haunt me thus.
There is occasions and causes why and wherefore in all things.
Alas, how shall this bloody deed be answer'd?
A little water clears us of this deed.