There was a star danced, and under that was I born.

Love is heavy and light, bright and dark, hot and cold, sick and healthy, asleep and awake- its everything except what it is! (Act 1, scene 1)

Is not the truth the truth?

Let's meet as little as we can

Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks, Shall win my love.

Lawless are they that make their wills their law.

And therefore, — since I cannot prove a lover, To entertain these fair well-spoken days, — I am determined to prove a villain, And hate the idle pleasures of these days.