O wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful! And yet again wonderful, and after that, out of all hooping.

They are but beggars that can count their worth.

The moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun.

A fusty nut with no kernel.

Love that we cannot have is the one that lasts the longest,hurts the deepest,but feels the strongest

Thus play I in one person many people, And none contented: sometimes am I king; Then treasons make me wish myself a beggar, And so I am: then crushing penury Persuades me I was better when a king; Then am I king'd again: and by and by Think that I am unking'd by Bolingbroke, And straight am nothing: but whate'er I be, Nor I nor any man that but man is With nothing shall be pleased, till he be eased With being nothing.

To move is to stir, and to be valiant is to stand; therefore, if tou art mov'd, thou runst away. (To be angry is to move, to be brave is to stand still. Therefore, if you're angry, you'll run away.)