āThis is the very ecstasy of love.ā
āGet thee to a nunnery.ā
āWolves and bears, they say, casting their savagery aside, have done like offices of pity.ā
āWhat, no more ceremony? See, my women! Against the blown rose may they stop their nose That kneel'd unto the buds.ā
āI am not bound to please thee with my answer.ā
āAway, you cut-purse rascal! you filthy bung, away! By this wine, I'll thrust my knife in your mouldy chaps, an you play the saucy cuttle with me. Away, you bottle-ale rascal! you basket-hilt stale juggler, you!ā
āLife is an ecstasy. Life is sweet as nitrous oxide.ā
āIn the house of lovers, the music never stops, the walls are made of songs & the floor dancesā
āI am in Love with Love and Love is in love with me.ā