Exit, pursued by a bear.

When I bestride him, I soar, I am a hawk: he trots the air; the earth sings when he touches it; the basest horn of his hoof is more musical than the pipe of Hermes.

Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal longings in me.

Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty; for in my youth I never did apply hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; and did not, with unbashful forehead, woo the means of weakness and debility: therefore my age is as a lusty winter, frosty but kindly.

Don't judge a man's conscience by looking at his face cause he may have a bad heart.

We that are true lovers run into strange capers.

it provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance