Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale her infinite variety; other women cloy the appetites they feed, but she makes hungry where most she satisfies.
For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo.
Four days will quickly steep themselves in nights; Four nights will quickly dream away the time.
For thy sweet love remembr'd such wealth brings That then, I scorn to change my state with kings.
Love moderately. Long love doth so. Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow. *Love each other in moderation. That is the key to long-lasting love. Too fast is as bad as too slow.*
Love is merely a madness; and, I tell you, deserves as well a dark house and a whip as madmen do; and the reason why they are not so punish'd and cured is that the lunacy is so ordinary that the whippers are in love too.