I am bewitched with the rogue's company. If the rascal have not given me medicines to make me love him, I'll be hanged.

Plenty and peace breed cowards; hardness ever of hardiness is mother.

For this, be sure, tonight thou shalt have cramps, Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up. Urchins Shall forth at vast of night that they may work All exercise on thee. Thou shalt be pinched As thick as honeycomb, each pinch more stinging Than bees that made 'em.

Things are often spoke and seldom meant.

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)

The blood of youth burns not with such excess as gravity's revolt to wantonness.

The tongues of dying men enforce attention like deep harmony.