Love sees with the heart and not with mind.
Be merry; you have cause, so have we all, of joy; for our escape is much beyond our loss . . . . then wisely weigh our sorrow with our comfort.
World, world, O world! But that thy strange mutations make us hate thee/ Life would not yield to age.
Beauty itself doth of itself persuade the eyes of men without an orator.
Nature her custom holds, Let shame say what it will.
Taste your legs, sire: put them into motion.