There's rosemary, that's for remembrance. Pray you, love, remember.

Men must learn now with pity to dispense; For policy sits above conscience.

She's beautiful, and therefore to be wooed; She is a woman, therefore to be won.

Man, proud man, drest in a little brief authority, most ignorant of what he's most assur d, glassy essence, like an angry ape, plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven, as make the angels weep.

And oftentimes excusing of a fault Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse, As patches set upon a little breach, Discredit more in hiding of the fault Than did the fault before it was so patch'd.

I told you, sir, they were red-hot with drinking; so full of valor that they smote the air, for breathing in their faces, beat the ground for kissing of their feet.

The golden age is before us, not behind us.