Now the melancholy of God protect thee, and the tailor make thy doublet of changable taffata, for thy mind is a very opal. I would have men of such constancy put to sea, that their business might be everything, and their intent everywhere, for that's it, that always makes a good voyage of nothing.

Avaunt, you cullions!

In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. -Sonnet 73

The small amount of foolery wise men have makes a great show.

She is a woman, therefore to be won.

Conceit in weakest bodies works the strongest.

Virtue and genuine graces in themselves speak what no words can utter.