Adversity's Sweet Milk, Philosophy.

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)

Yet But Three Come One More. Two Of Both Kinds Make Up Four. Ere She Comes Curst And Sad. Cupid Is A Knavish Lad. Thus To Make Poor Females Mad.

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

My Crown Is In My Heart, Not On My Head.

In Sooth I Know Not Why I Am So Sad. It Wearies Me, You Say It Wearies You; But How I Caught It, Found It, Or Came By It, What Stuff 'tis Made Of, Whereof It Is Born, I Am To Learn.