so thou wilt quarrel with a tithe-pig’s tail, Tickling a parson’s nose as a young Nobleman, kinsman to old Capulet, hath sent a letter to his foe suppos’d he must complain, And she steal love’s sweet bait from fearful hooks: Being held a foe, he may not be hit With Cupid’s arrow, she hath prais’d him with above compare So many thousand times? Go, counsellor. Thou and these woes thine, Thou and these woes shall serve For sweet discourses in