that be true love which is falsely attempted? Love is a familiar; Love is a devil: there is no evil angel but
Love. Yet was Samson so tempted, and he had an excellent strength; yet was Solomon so seduced, and
he had a very good wit. Cupid's butt-shaft is too hard for Hercules' club; and therefore too much odds
for a Spaniard's rapier. The first and second cause will not serve my turn; the passado he respects not,
the duello he regards not: his disgrace is to be called boy; but his glory is to subdue men. Adieu, valour!
rust rapier! be still, drum! for your manager is in love; yea, he loveth. Assist me, some extemporal god of
rhyme, for I am sure I shall turn sonnet. Devise, wit; write, pen; for I am for whole volumes in folio.