With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come. And let my liver rather heat with wine, than my heart cool with mortifying groans.

Methought I was enamour'd of an ass.

Ambition, the soldier's virtue, rather makes choice of loss, than gain which darkens him.

This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong, to love that well which thou must leave ere long

It is not vain glory for a man and his glass to confer in his own chamber.

I am not mad; I would to heaven I were! For then, 'tis like I should forget myself; O, if I could, what grief should I forget!

Learning is but an adjunct to ourself, And where we are our learning likewise is.