thy wit is a very bitter sweeting; it is a most sharp sauce.

To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof little more than a little is by much too much.

For you and I are past our dancing days.

This most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o-erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire.

A lover goes toward his beloved as enthusiastically as a schoolboy leaving his books, but when he leaves his girlfriend, he feels as miserable as the schoolboy on his way to school. (Act 2, scene 2)

We cannot conceive of matter being formed of nothing, since things require a seed to start from... Therefore there is not anything which returns to nothing, but all things return dissolved into their elements.

You may my Glories and my State depose, But not my Griefes; still am I King of those.