From “Love’s Labor ’s Lost,” Act IV. Sc. 3.
  KING.—But what of this? are we not all in love?
  BIRON.—Nothing so sure; and thereby all forsworn.
  KING.—Then leave this chat; and, good Biron, now prove
Our loving lawful, and our faith not torn.
  DUMAIN.—Ay, marry, there; some flattery for this evil.
  LONGAVILLE.—O, some authority how to proceed...