Come, woo me, woo me; for now I am in a holiday humor, and like enough to consent

We cannot fight for love as men may do; We should be woo'd, and were not made to woo

Men are April when they woo, December when they wed. Maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives.

All, with one consent, praise newborn gawds (sic), though they are made and molded of things past

For what good turn?
Messenger: For the best turn of the bed.

Now I perceive the devil understands Welsh. And 'tis no marvel he is so humorous. By'r Lady, he is a good musician.