Courtship is to marriage, as a very witty prologue to a very dull play

Courtship is to marriage, as a very witty prologue to a very dull play.

My love to thee is sound, sans crack or flaw.

Then is courtesy a turncoat. But it is certain I am loved of all ladies, only you excepted: and I would I could find in my heart that I had not a hard heart; for, truly, I love none.

Beatrice: A dear happiness to women: they would else have been troubled with a pernicious suitor. I thank God and my cold blood, I am of your humour for that: I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow than a man swear he loves me. -Much Ado About Nothing

Time goes on crutches till love have all his rites.

Thou and I are too wise to woo peaceably.