They
are both in either's powers; but this swift business
I
must uneasy make, lest too light winning
Make
the prize light.
(The
Tempest, Act 1, Scene 2, Lines 628-630)
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Yet
hold I off. Women are angels, wooing:
Things
won are done; joy's soul lies in the doing.
That
she beloved knows nought that knows not this:
Men
prize the thing ungain'd more than it is:
That
she was never yet that ever knew
Love
got so sweet as when desire did sue.
Therefore
this maxim out of love I teach:
Achievement
is command; ungain'd, beseech:
Then
though my heart's content firm love doth bear,
Nothing
of that shall from mine eyes appear.
(Troilous
and Cressida, Act 1, Scene 2, Lines 438-447)
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…but
go with speed
To
some forlorn and naked hermitage,
Remote
from all the pleasures of the world;
There
stay until the twelve celestial signs
Have
brought about the annual reckoning.
If
this austere insociable life
Change
not your offer made in heat of blood;
If
frosts and fasts, hard lodging and thin weeds
Nip
not the gaudy blossoms of your love,
But
that it bear this trial and last love;
Then,
at the expiration of the year,
Come
challenge me, challenge me by these deserts,
And,
by this virgin palm now kissing thine
I
will be thine…
(Love’s
Labour’s Lost, Act 5, Scene 2, Lines 2736-2749)
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Since
you are dear bought, I will love you dear.
(Merchant of Venice, Act 3, Scene 2, Line
1691)
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