By my troth, thou sayest true; for since the little with that fools have was silenced, the little foolery that wise men have makes a great show.
SILVIUS: O Corin, that thou knew’st how I do love her!
CORIN: I partly guess; for I have lov’d ere now.
SILVIUS: No, Corin, being old, thou canst not guess, Though in thy youth thou wast as true a lover As ever sigh’d upon a midnight pillow.
By my troth, and in good earnest, and so God mend me, and by all pretty oaths that are not dangerous, if you break one jot of your promise, or come one minute behind your hour, I will think you the most pathetical break-promise, and the most hollow lover, and the most unworthy of her you call Rosalind, that may be chosen out of the gross band of the unfaithful. Therefore beware my censure, and keep your promise.
– As You Like It, William Shakespeare
