Were beauty under twenty locks kept fast, yet love breaks through and picks them all at last.

I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offences at my beck than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in.

Oh what fools we mortals are.

Sweet Beatrice, wouldst thou come when I called thee? BEATRICE Yea, signior, and depart when you bid me. BENEDICK O, stay but till then! BEATRICE 'Then' is spoken; fare you well now... (Much Ado About Nothing)

Let each man do his best.

Love's fire heats water, water cools not love.

The most peaceable way for you, if you do take a thief, is, to let him show himself what he is and steal out of your company.