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)

Mine eyes Were not in fault, for she was beautiful; Mine ears, that heard her flattery; nor my heart, That thought her like her seeming. It had been vicious To have mistrusted her.

He that dies pays all debts.

Mind your speech a little lest you should mar your fortunes.

He that is strucken blind can not forget the precious treasure of his eyesight lost.

And by that destiny to perform an act Whereof what's past is prologue, what to come In yours and my discharge.

Temptation is the fire that brings up the scum of the heart.