O, teach me how you look, and with what art You sway the motion of Demetrius' heart."-Helena

I count myself in nothing else so happy as in a soul remembering my good Friends

Who knows himself a braggart, Let him fear this; for it will come to pass That every braggart will be found an ass.

You dull ass will not mend his pace with beating.

Courage and comfort, all shall yet go well

Bring me a constant woman to her husband, One that ne'er dream'd a joy beyond his pleasure, And to that woman, when she has done most, Yet will I add an honour-a great patience.

Thou art sad; get thee a wife, get thee a wife!