A man cannot make him laugh; but that's no marvel; he drinks no wine.... If I had a thousand sons, the first human principle I would teach them should be, to forswear thin potations and to addict themselves to sack.

Cease to lament for that thou canst not help; and study help for that which thou lamentest.

Thou unfit for any place but hell.

I have no way and therefore want no eyes I stumbled when I saw. Full oft 'tis seen our means secure us, and our mere defects prove our commodities.

Every inordinate cup is unbless'd, and the ingredient is a devil.

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought.

O, teach me how you look, and with what art You sway the motion of Demetrius' heart."-Helena