If thou remeber'st not the slightest folly that ever love did make thee run into, thou hast not lov'd

Suspicion shall be all stuck full of eyes.

Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell.

I have full cause of weeping, but this heart shall break into a hundred thousand flaws or ere I'll weep.

Love is heavy and light, bright and dark, hot and cold, sick and healthy, asleep and awake- its everything except what it is! (Act 1, scene 1)

So we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh at gilded butterflies.

More fools know Jack Fool than Jack Fool knows.