Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king, he would not in mine age have left me naked to mine enemies.
There is nothing serious in Mortality
Highly fed and lowly taught.
Friendship is constant in all other things, save in the office and affairs of love.
You have her father's love, Demetrius; Let me have Hermia's: do you marry him!
Tired with all these for restful death I cry, As to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimmed in jollity, And purest faith unhappily forsworn.