No sooner met but they looked; no sooner looked but they loved; no sooner loved but they sighed; no sooner sighed but they asked one another the reason; no sooner knew the reason but they sought the remedy; and in these degrees have they made a pair of stairs to marriage.

GLOUCESTER: I do not know that Englishman alive With whom my soul is any jot at odds, More than the infant that is born to-night: I thank my God for my humility.

Our enemies are our outward consciences.

Report me and my cause aright.

To be merry best becomes you; for, out of question, you were born in a merry hour.

O, here Will I set up my everlasting rest And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From the world-wearied flesh

Of all knowledge the wise and good seek most to know themselves.