Women are as roses, whose fair flower, being once displayed, doth fall that very hour.

A lover goes toward his beloved as enthusiastically as a schoolboy leaving his books, but when he leaves his girlfriend, he feels as miserable as the schoolboy on his way to school. (Act 2, scene 2)

Wise men ne'er sit and wail their woes, but presently prevent the ways to wail.

You shall more command with years than with your weapons.

Men should be what they seem.

I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness, And from that full meridian of my glory I haste now to my setting.

In sweet music is such art: killing care and grief of heart fall asleep, or hearing, die.