wooing

Yes, faith; it is my cousin's duty to make curtsy and say 'Father, as it please you.' But yet for all that, cousin, let him be a handsome fellow, or else make another curtsy and say 'Father, as it please me.

She was trying to sound tough and impatient, but she knew that vulnerable desire to be wooed was still brimming in her tone.

How initially 'to get her in the sack' and subsequently to avoid 'her giving you the sack' are not identical dilemmas faced by the male species, but they sure have a bizarre habit of being bedfellows

Wooing, wedding, and repenting is as a Scotch jig, a measure, and a cinque-pace: the first suit is hot and hasty like a Scotch jig--and full as fantastical; the wedding, mannerly modest, as a measure, full of state and ancientry; and then comes repentance and with his bad legs falls into the cinque-pace faster and faster, till he sink into his grave.

I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow, than a man swear he loves me.

No: I shall not marry Samuel Fawthrop Wynne.""I ask why? I must have a reason. In all respects he is more than worthy of you."She stood on the hearth; she was pale as the white marble slab and cornice behind her; her eyes flashed large, dilated, unsm

O gentle Romeo If thou dost love pronounce it faithfully. Or if thou think'st I am too quickly won I'll frown and be perverse and say thee nay So thou wilt woo: but else not for the world.

She's beautiful and therefore to be woo'd: She is a woman therefore to be won.

Why don't you speak for yourself John?

Tis enough - Who listens once will listen twice Her heart be sure is not of ice And one refusal no rebuff.

The way of an eagle in the air the way of a serpent upon a rock the way of a ship in the midst of the sea and the way of a man with a maid.

Come live in my heart and pay no rent.

Perhaps if you address the lady Most politely most politely Flatter and impress the lady Most politely most politely Humbly beg and humbly sue She may deign to look on you.

Thrice happy's the wooing that's not long a-doing So much time is saved in the billing and cooing.

And let us mind faint heart ne'er wan A lady fair.

Never wedding ever wooing Still a lovelorn heart pursuing Read you not the wrong you're doing In my cheek's pale hue? All my life with sorrow strewing Wed or cease to woo.

Sigh no more ladies sigh no more Men were deceivers ever One foot in sea and one on shore To one thing constant never.

There is a tide in the affairs of women Which taken at the flood leads - God knows where.