When workmen strive to do better than well, they do confound their skill in covetousness.
Methinks sometimes I have no more wit than a Christian.
A lover goes toward his beloved as enthusiastically as a schoolboy leaving his books, but when he leaves his girlfriend, he feels as miserable as the schoolboy on his way to school. (Act 2, scene 2)
All things that are, are with more spirit chased than enjoyed.
We go to gain a little patch of ground that hath in it no profit but the name.
Our wills and fates do so contrary run.