'Tis best to weigh the enemy more mighty than he seems.

Your lordship, though not clean past your youth, have yet some smack of age in you, some relish of the saltiness of time.

Let us sit and mock the good housewife Fortune from her wheel, that her gifts may henceforth be bestowed equally, I would we could do so for her benefits are mightily misplaced and the bountiful blind girl doth most mistake in her gifts to women. 'Tis true for those that she makes fair she scarce makes honest and those that she makes honest she makes very ill-favouredly. Nay, now thou goest from Fortunes office to Natures. Fortune reigns in gifts of the world, not in the lineaments of Nature.

You will never age for me, nor fade, nor die.

What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, in form and moving how express and admirable, in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god.

What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted! Thrice is he arm'd, that hath his quarrel just.

Death, not Romeo, take my maidenhead!