Death where is thy sting? Love, where is thy glory?

Sir Andrew Ague-Cheek: I'll stay a month longer. I am a fellow o' the strangest mind i' the world; I delight in masques and revels sometimes altogether (He's an oddity in that he enjoys having fun)

Waste not thy time in windy argument but let the matter drop.

Young men's love then lies not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes.

Light and lust are deadly enemies.

But indeed an old religious uncle of mine taught me to speak, who was in his youth an inland man; one that knew courtship too well, for there he fell in love. I have heard him read many lectures against it; and I thank God I am not a woman, to be touched with so many giddy offenses as he hath generally taxed their whole sex withal.

Nature her custom holds, Let shame say what it will.