The purest treasure mortal times can afford is a spotless reputation.

All days are nights to see till I see thee, And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.

Love is merely a madness.

So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

Olivia: What's a drunken man like, fool? Feste: Like a drowned man, a fool, and a madman: one draught above heat makes him a fool; the second mads him; and a third drowns him.

Good Lord, for alliance! Thus goes every one to the world but I, and I am sunburnt; I may sit in a corner and cry heigh-ho for a husband!

she shall scant show well that now shows best.