How could I know that?
Shakespeare:
She told you. You must have asked where the verses came from: she hates verses, and loves truth—truth!
Herbert:
Don’t take it so tragic, man. A girl’s kiss, no weightier than a breath.
Shakespeare:
A girl’s kiss, and a friend’s faith. No weightier than a breath.
Herbert:
In love and war, none of us is to be trusted.
Shakespeare: