Some true love turned and not a false turned true.

I am well acquainted with your manner of wrenching the true cause the false way.

No sooner met but they looked; no sooner looked but they loved; no sooner loved but they sighed; no sooner sighed but they asked one another the reason; no sooner knew the reason but they sought the remedy; and in these degrees have they made a pair of stairs to marriage...

The course of true love never did run smooth.

When I saw you, I fell in love, and you smiled because you knew

To thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man.