Twelfth Night

by: William Shakespeare

Act II, Scenes iii-iv

1
…Not to be abed after
midnight is to be up betimes, and dilucolo surgere, thou
know’st,— (II.iii)
2
What is love? ‘Tis not hereafter
Present mirth hath present laughter (II.iii)
3
Then let thy love be younger than thy self,
Or thy affection cannot hold the bent (II.iv)