Let me have war, say I; it exceeds peace as far as day does night; it's spritely, waking, audible, and full of vent.

Wooing, wedding, and repenting is as a Scotch jig, a measure, and a cinque-pace: the first suit is hot and hasty like a Scotch jig--and full as fantastical; the wedding, mannerly modest, as a measure, full of state and ancientry; and then comes repentance and with his bad legs falls into the cinque-pace faster and faster, till he sink into his grave.

Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king, he would not in mine age have left me naked to mine enemies.

I have lov'd her ever since I saw her; and still I see her beautiful

What is the city but the people?

There's an old saying that applies to me: you can't lose a game if you don't play the game. (Act 1, scene 4)

Passion lends them power, time means to meet, tempering extremities with extremes sweet.