I That Please Some, Try All, Both

O Love, Be Moderate, Allay Thy Ecstasy, In Measure Rain Thy Joy, Scant This Excess!

Then Hate Me When Thou Wilt, If Ever, Now.

The Band That Seems To Tie Their Friendship Together Will Be The Very Strangler Of Their Amity.

Why, I' Faith, Methinks She's Too Low For A High Praise, Too Brown For A Fair Praise And Too Little For A Great Praise: Only This Commendation I Can Afford Her, That Were She Other Than She Is, She Were Unhandsome; And Being No Other But As She Is, I Do Not Like Her. (benedick, From Much Ado About Nothing)

Love Reasons Without Reason.