Love`s Reason`s Without Reason

To Be Furious, Is To Be Frighted Out Of Fear.

Good Wine Needs No Bush.

To Be Honest, As This World Goes, Is To Be One Man Picked Out Of Ten Thousand.

Hardness Ever Of Hardness Is Mother.

Day, Night, Late, Early, At Home, Abroad, Alone, In Company, Waking Or Sleeping, Still My Care Hath Been To Have Her Match'd; And Having Now Provided A Gentleman Of Princely Parentage, Of Fair Demesnes, Youthful, And Nobly Train'd, Stuff'd, As They Say, With Honourable Parts, Proportion'd As One's Thought Would Wish A Man- And Then To Have A Wretched Puling Fool, A Whining Mammet, In Her Fortune's Tender, To Answer 'i'll Not Wed, I Cannot Love; I Am Too Young, I Pray You Pardon Me'!