I firmly believe that Shakespeare intended to convey the idea that Valentine was mad, or he would never have put into his mouth such ridiculous words as those, that he could "break his fast, dine, sup, and sleep, upon the very naked name of love!" If that gentleman of Verona had been sane knowing how his passion was reciprocated and that his lady loved him in return, he would have had just as good an appetite as I had that morning; when, joyous as a bird, I was as hungry as a hunter.
As for dog Catch, you should have seen how he galloped into his oatmeal porridge after his walk--how the oatmeal porridge galloped into him would, however, be a more correct form of expression.

You should have only seen him, that's all! Next came church; and, of all occasions when church-going strikes even an uninterested spectator, generally lacking in religious zeal, with feelings of unwonted emotion, commend me to Christmas day.

Then, to paraphrase the well-known lines of the poet, those in the habit of being regularly present at worship "went the more;" while those go now "who never went before." People make a practice of visiting church on that day who seldom, if ever, attend a religious service at any other time, taking the year all through.

It is like the wedding feast to which the lame, the halt, and the blind were invited.

Every one goes then; every class and clan is represented.
Saint Canon's was a sight.